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orqheuss · 10 months

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I would know him blind

(Ominis Gaunt/F!Reader SMUT)

Summary:

He groaned again at the feeling of your pulse pounding under his fingertips, his voice gravelly and coated with arousal when he finally spoke. “What are you up to now, trouble?” *** You'd been with Ominis for some time, and as much as you loved your intimate times together, you wondered what it would be like to be in his shoes for a change. Your darling husband is more than happy to help you satiate your curiosity.

Word count: 4.6k

Tags: p n v sex, bondage, blindfolds, light bdsm, light dom/sub undertones, pet names, praise kink, ownership kink, corruption kink (just a lil bit), possessive!ominis, cunnilingus, established relationship, body worship, romantic sex

You loved your husband more than anything in this world. You had been with Ominis since your sixth year of Hogwarts, and even now, ten years later, you were still as thick as thieves. He supported your desire to teach at the school, even though you would be gone for days at a time and away from his comforting arms, and in turn you supported him and his work as an inventor, no matter how much time he spent locked away in his office. Through it all, you were a team. It was a truly happy marriage, one you would be perfectly content in until your dying day.

That being said, there were some aspects of your life that had gotten a bit…stale. Being together for so long led to some challenges with keeping things interesting. In this particular instance, your more intimate times were starting to become lackluster. It was still lovely whenever you two got together, but you longed for your husband to do something surprising. Ever since your first night together it had been the same routine, and you were, quite frankly, bored.

Not that you’d ever tell him that. Godrick’s heart!

Being a professor had its perks, one of which being access to the restricted section of the library at any hour of the day. No student is going to question a professor as to why they are out at such an hour, it would be absolutely balmy. Not that you didn’t miss the chaos of sneaking down there with one particular Sallow twin, but it was certainly nice to not fear the appearance of Peeves around any and all corners. On the nights that you slept at the castle, you’d been reading up on some things in the restricted section, and had learned some interesting changes to try in the bedroom that would hopefully intrigue the blond. Rather shockingly, the “Intimate Literature” section was…extensive. There were things in some of those books that you would have never thought of, even in your most raunchy dreams.

One particular thing caught your attention, both for the possibilities it held but also for the fact that it had been something you thought about before: seeing in the way that Ominis sees. The Gaunt man’s blindness was never a hindrance to him, nor to you, but it definitely intrigued you. Around the house, he mainly saw through his enchanted wand, the location charm showing him shapes and outlines so he is able to get to and fro. But in the bedroom, Ominis preferred to use his hands, and sometimes his mouth, to find his way up and down your body. His favorite pastime was finding out what made you tick, what made you whine, what made you scream— always the tinkerer, always curious.

As much as you loved him touching you, you wanted to know what it felt like when you touched him; no sight to help him know from what direction you were coming from or what you were going to do to him. One simple finger running down his chest would send his heart aflutter under your palm— your legs brushing against his would make him breathe heavy like you had taken all the air from his lungs. He once described it to you as feeling everything the earth could possibly give you but so much more. It looked electric, and Merlin, you wanted to be shocked all over.

So, the only logical way for this to happen was for you to be blindfolded.

All you had to do was convince your husband, and you knew exactly how to do it.

The always busy blond was locked away in his office when you enacted your plan. You knocked gently on the door, waiting patiently for his word to enter. Upon his muffled, “come in” sauntered into the room, your steps precise and your hips swaying like a dancer. He sensed something different in your posture right away, his ears perking up slightly as he took in the soft cadence of your steps. Leaning back in his office chair and silently activating his location charm, he watched you stalk closer to his desk like a lioness on the prowl. You were the picture of innocence— a slight hop in your step and your arms folded behind your back like a schoolgirl, and in that moment Ominis wanted nothing more than to pin you over his lap and corrupt you for hours. A wayward smirk stretched across his face as he twirled his wand between his fingers, his free hand coming up from his arm rest when you got close enough and running across the skin of your thigh. The blond’s eyebrow twitched slightly at the feeling of the lace trim of your negligee, and his fingers tightened against your pillowy flesh, pushing the skirt upwards with intrigue until your hand stopped him in his tracks. You smirked deviously at the success of your plan so far before climbing into his lap, pressing all of your weight down on his already half-stiff member so he could feel just how hot and needy you were for him.

Ominis groaned lightly at the sudden warmth atop his hardening cock, his hands coming up to grasp at your hips and rock you slightly for that delicious friction he craved. Your breath stuttered in your chest at your bare, sensitive skin rubbing against the unforgiving roughness of his corduroy trousers and you quickly lost yourself in the moment. One of your hands made its way into his blond tresses, mussing up his perfectly styled quiff and pulling him closer for a searing kiss. He eagerly responded to your whims, surrendering under your burning lips and digging his fingertips into the silk that draped across your body. His left hand began exploring as you kissed, roaming up from the love handles at your hips and towards your neck, pausing briefly to paw at your breast and finding nothing underneath your new nightdress. He bit your lip roughly, pulling you back by your neck and greedily sucking in the oxygen that he forgoed to continue snogging you.

Even after years, his kisses still tasted like ambrosia to a mortal.

He groaned again at the feeling of your pulse pounding under his fingertips, his voice gravelly and coated with arousal when he finally spoke. “What are you up to now, trouble?”

You giggled lightly, a lilt of mischievousness hiding behind the sound of pseudo virtue that made Ominis’ heart skip in excitement. You pushed gently against his hand, signaling that you wanted to whisper your desires in his ear, and he pulled you towards his face again, loosening his grip enough for it to be just the right amount of malleable. Your hot breath fanned across the apples of his cheeks, sending a spark of desire down his spine. A part of him wanted to disregard whatever you wanted to tell him, wanted to throw you onto his desk and have his way with you. But, there was a stronger, more curious part of him that also wanted to know what you had in store.

You bit lightly at his earlobe, licking away the pain before murmuring against his pulse. “I want to try something new tonight, if it’s alright with you, darling.”

He growled at your fingernails wracking up and down his clothed arms, the bone just sharp enough to be felt but not enough to leave marks. He pulled your face back, staring into your eyes with an unnerving amount of contact that one with his disability would normally not be able to achieve. There was something tantalizing swirling in his irises, something dangerous, something devious, and you had to steel yourself to continue with your scheme and not drop to your knees and pleasure him then and there. His smile was lopsided and delicious looking when he replied.

“What do you have in mind, little dove?” He traced his finger up the outside of your thigh once more, running the pad of his thumb against the coarse lace. “What devilish thing is swirling in that gorgeous brain of yours?”

You let go of his arms, trusting Ominis to hold you still while you reached into your hair and undid the ribbon holding it up. The black silken cloth caught on the low lamplight of the office space and swallowed the glow like a deep pit of tar. Your hand was delicate as you grasped onto his wrist, lifting his hand from your thigh and raising it level with your chest, palm up towards the ceiling. You first ran the ribbon lightly along his hand, letting the ends tickle his skin just enough to catch his fancy before carefully laying it in his palm. His other hand released your throat finally, taking the other end of the ribbon between his fingers and pulling it until it was completely unraveled between your buzzing bodies. It was smooth in his palm, sensual, one would even say. He approximated that it was around the length of his arm, possibly the width of your wrist.

A look of confusion quickly took over the blond’s features, and you chuckled softly at how adorable he looked. You took the silk from him, leaning forward just enough to gently drape it over his unseeing eyes and whisper against his parted lips.

“I want to feel what you feel when I touch you.”

He gasped against your mouth, his arm snaking around your hip and pressing against your lower back, pulling you impossibly closer until your ravenous core was flush with his throbbing manhood. Ominis’ smile was all teeth when you pulled back again, the ribbon dragging against his skin in the most delectable way as you gazed into his eyes.

“Oh, you do, now?” He mused cheekily. “You want to know how I feel when you touch me?”

He took the silk from your hands, letting it run over your exposed collarbones. There was something impish in his smile, like a wolf in sheep's clothing— the cheshire cat would be jealous of its verisimilitude. He was always mischievous in nature while at school, but he had never really brought it under the sheets with you. Perhaps your proposition excited him in a way unfamiliar, you mused. Gently moving it over the backs of your shoulders, he looped it around the front and draped it across your chest like a loose fitting scarf. It was your turn to be perplexed when his hands began to wind around the ends of the satin ribbon, the question only being answered after a maddening pause. Using the silk for leverage, Ominis yanked you closer until your chests were pressed together, noses brushing and mouths inches from touching.

“You want to know how it feels to be blind— completely under the whim of your partner? You want to put your faith entirely in my hands, not knowing what I could possibly do to you next?” His voice lowered with arousal, taking on a gravely, almost growl-like cadence. “You want to surrender yourself to me?”

You sucked in a shaking breath at his insinuation, nodding minutely as your eyes fluttered closed. You were far past coherent sentences at that point. His mouth only inched closer with each word.

“Oh, my darling girl, your wish is my command.”

He stole your breath with his kiss, his skin feeling like pure sunlight under your fingertips. He stood from his seat with you in his arms, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your bedroom via the route he memorized long ago.

Your comforter is plush when you land, cushioning you as Ominis rests his body above yours. You pull him downwards by his collar, your hands only getting a small moment in his hair before he has you by the wrists, one of his hands roughly planting them above your head while the other explored your curves. Only a minute in his domain and you were already his prey. The blond leaned forwards slightly, his back arching so he could reach your supple, sensitive throat, before nipping and sucking at the webbing between your shoulder and neck. You keened softly, rolling your hips upwards to meet his gentle hip trusts. He let go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them there as he carded his hands down your sides, only stopping when he got to the teasing lace of your negligee’s trim. More and more kisses were pressed to the column of your throat as he smoothed the fabric up your body, revealing your bare, naked body underneath to the world. He groaned at the feeling of your baby-soft skin under his fingertips.

“Nothing underneath? Such a good girl for me.”

You felt Ominis reach into his back pocket for his wand, slowly bringing it forwards and above your heads. The point just barely touched the skin of your wrist when he lazily whispered the binding spell.

“Incarcerous.”

Cotton rope the color of the forest at night wrapped itself around your conjoined wrists, tightening just the right amount so that you couldn’t move but you weren’t in pain before winding around a bar on your headboard. A startled gasp fell from your lips at your sudden capture, your eyes filling with excitement and a little bit of fear at the predatory grin stretching across your husband's face. His hands trailed up your sides again, sending delightful shivers through all of your nerve endings on his journey to your eyes. His fingers paused at the tips of your ears, the ribbon brushing against where your hair was fanned across the bedspread.

Ominis smoothed his thumb across your cheekbone, softening his smile as he leaned down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. His voice was little more than a breathy whisper against your eyelashes. “Are you sure about this, my love?”

You smiled at his care for you, pressing a soft kiss to the closest bit of skin you could reach before answering him, your voice flooded with love. “Yes, my dear. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Make me feel like you do.”

He groaned at your words, taking your consent to wrap the ribbon around your head, tying it in a simple knot at the back. The last thing you saw were his starlight-filled eyes before your world was bathed in darkness.

You were incredibly aware of your level of undress when Ominis moved his body away from yours, opening up your skin to the chill of the room without his body heat. You squirmed against the rope slightly, testing its strength before trying to train your ears to hear your husband moving around the room. Everything was eerily quiet— not even the sound of the grandfather clock in the hallway could be heard beyond the closed door. For a moment you feared the blond left you in the room, leaving you tied up against the bed so he could work in peace. Your heart began to pound harder in your chest with nerves.

All fear quickly fled from your body at the feeling of his fingertips running up the skin of your stomach, drawing a long gasp from your chest. It felt like his hand was touching every nerve in your body, igniting your veins in sinful fire as he crept up and up towards your heaving breasts. He started off slow, just moving his fingers up and down different parts of your body with just the barest touch until you were begging for more. This type of teasing was torturous for you, only just aware of where he was but never knowing if he was going to give you what you wanted.

You whined in the back of your throat, body vibrating with need as he grazed against your chest for a fifth time. “Please, Ominis!”

You were sure your heart would give out when his other hand wrapped itself around your left mound, squeezing the skin between his fingers before taking the right nub between his teeth and nipping. Ominis chuckled at the whine that spilled from your throat, his voice reverberating through your sternum and sending a lovely heat to your center. He let the rest of his weight fall on top of you, relishing in you feeling every bit of skin he had uncovered in your small moment of silence. He was completely bare for you, his hardness pressing against your thigh and pulsating with a delicious heat. You could feel him everywhere. His fingers brushed against the very fabric of your being, pulling you apart by your strings. His breath curled around your lungs, stealing the air frantically inhaled through your squeezing throat. His mouth licked at your brain, sending pulses of pleasure down to your core. You were in utter bliss under his careful, loving hands.

He laughed again at how pliable you were under him, murmuring against your stiff peak. “Where do you feel me right now, pet?”

You sighed shakily as his voice shot through you like a bullet. “Everywhere. I feel you absolutely everywhere.”

The blond took your nipple between his teeth again, flicking it with his tongue until your reacting whimper pittered off into the air. “That’s how I feel whenever I’m around you.”

Ominis began to kiss down your chest, pausing to mouth hotly at your hip bones and leave open mouthed kisses on your naval. “Your mere presence shifts the air around me— changes the trajectory of time itself in my mind. The world slows when you touch me, my darling. My name falling from your lips feels like one thousand tiny suns kissing my cheeks in devotion.”

He mumbled your name against your lower stomach, hopelessly inflamed by how you shivered at the word.

Unable to resist his carnal desires any longer, he dives into your sweet tasting center, first licking a long stripe from base to tip before lapping at you like he was starved and you were his only source of sustenance. You keened loudly for him as stars filled every space behind your blinded eyes.

There he is, you thought. There’s his tongue wrapped around my soul, stealing all my life force one flick at a time.

He moaned at your scent, fully slotting himself between your legs and encasing his head between your thighs. It felt like his tongue was a lightning bolt against your sensitive skin, shocking your clit with every stroke, every tap, every suck. You completely surrendered to his whim, clamping your thighs against his ears, fully intent on keeping him right where he was for the rest of time. It had never felt this good before, never felt this encompassing.

Ominis pressed his face deeper into you, taking the button at the top of your most private parts and sucking it into his mouth. You nearly screamed, your words jumbled as they launched themselves into the air.

“Fuck! Oh God, Ominis!”

His strong hands pulled your legs away from his head, his mouth unlatching from you like a leech as he paused to catch his breath.

“Oh, is it a ‘God’ you want, precious?”

His voice had never sounded breathier— never sounded so completely sinful.

The blond laughed, a barking thing that sent a tingle to your toes. “I do not care if every single God and Goddess across all of the world, all of mythology was fighting over you— you are mine.”

He bit harshly at the pillowy flesh of your inner thigh, indenting his teeth marks into you so everyone would know you were owned by him and him alone.

“But if you truly wish for something devout, something reverent, then let my hands be your chapel.” Ominis gently ran his fingernails along the skin of your waist, dragging them up and down until you were a shivering, wiggling mess. “And I will treat your screams, your whimpers, your pleas as my scripture.”

His unseeing eyes never left the direction of your heady, breathy pants as his middle finger slid deep inside of you, long and lithe and curling against the spot that made you believe religion was real. Moans of his name and swears that would make even the devil blush swam in the air around the pair of you, only being swallowed by the plush feather-down comforter under your writhing body. You plead with your husband for more, unsure what more entailed but all the more pressing your center against his awaiting mouth once again and grinding against his tongue. He quickly complied, pressing a second finger into your opening and thrusting in and out at a sped up pace. His lips latched back onto your needy clit and that was all it took for you to spill over into maddening nirvana.

Your hazy mind picked up on the feeling of your husband leaning up on his elbows, kissing his way back up your chest until he reached your gasping lips. He quickly stole them in a gentle but desperate kiss; you could taste yourself on his lips and it drove you even further into madness. His prickly, end of the day stubble rubbed against your cheek as he tucked his face into your neck, kissing up and down your shoulder and neck with urgency.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. So, so perfect— just for me, so good just for me.” He was breathing even heavier than you against your pulse, hopelessly devoted to your pleasure, your happiness.

He kissed your pulse, his whispered voice filled with adoration.“Mon coeur.”

He kissed your nose this time. “Mon âme.”

Finally, he pressed delicate kisses to your eyelids, resting his forehead against yours. “Ma vie.”

My heart. My soul. My life.

Warmth filled your entire body, your heart squeezing around his words and committing this moment to memory. Never before had you felt so loved, so worshiped. It was iridescent, the way you could picture his love-struck smile glowing behind your eyes— completely and irrevocably arduous.

Still feeling his burning desire against your inner thigh, you rocked your hips against his, pleas beginning to spill from you once again, but this time with a need to please him.

“Please, Ominis. I love you so much. Take me. Use me. I’m yours, no one else's. I want to feel you inside of me.”

He bit your shoulder roughly, muffling his animalistic grunt before unlatching his jaws and leaning up on his knees. The blond spread your legs wider, lifting your hips slightly and wrapping your legs around his waist as he lined up with your entrance. You mewled at the feeling of his head rubbing against your opening, stretching you out slightly and giving you a taste for what was to come.

Ominis whimpered at the feeling of your soft heat against his cock, a little bit of his original domineering persona slipping away at how welcoming you felt for him. “I love you too, my dove.”

With no other words, the blond pressed his hips closer to yours, letting his length slide into your sweltering center bit by bit to not overwhelm you. You could feel every curve of his shaft, every vein along the underside without your sense of sight. Your touch was heightened to its full extent, and it was earth shattering how good this felt. You were simultaneously freezing and burning, living and dying. Your souls could have mingled together and entwined along your timelines with a burning pyre, thrusting you both into every lifetime possible to relive this moment over and over and it would never be enough for you. You both moaned in tandem when your hips became flushed once again, pelvis bones pressing into each other for a delectable friction.

Ominis paused to catch his breath, little tiny moans breaching his lips between each inhale and exhale. His fingers wrapped around your hips, grasping onto your natural handles there as he growled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear with your slightly heightened sense of hearing.

“I am going to make you feel so full, so pleasured, that by the time your climax sends you into oblivion the only word that will be able to grace your lips will be my name.”

With that, he pulled out of you until only his tip was still inside and slammed into you, his hips harshly knocking against yours and his slit kissing your cervix. You wailed into the night as he continued to pound into you, chasing his own pleasure while still being perceptive of yours. In and out he went, the large prominent vein at the base of his lovely cock rubbing against the ridges inside of you in the most heavenly way. Your sounds sang together like an otherworldly chorus, your tones rising and falling in harmony as they floated delicately up towards the ceiling. Ominis’ hands continued to dig into your skin, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips that would last for days. You didn’t care in the slightest— all you could feel was bliss. If you thought earlier was pleasurable, this was pure, unfiltered ecstasy. The knot in your stomach tightened with each thrust of your husband's hips, each time taking him to the hilt and sending blinding whiteness behind your useless eyes.

The blond’s hips stuttered as his orgasm fast approached, yours not far behind as he could tell by how tightly you were squeezing him. He surged forwards towards your face, capturing your lips in a kiss that was more teeth than anything else as he rocked the entire bed with his velocity. The headboard banged harshly against the wall as he swallowed your moans and screams, only the sound of his name breaching through the jumbled nonsense. Ominis nosed at your jaw, groaning next to your ear as his thrusts got sloppier and less rhythmic.

“Come for me, my love— my life.”

The instinctual, innate love he had for you was what ultimately did you in, his words ricocheting you into the strongest rapture you had felt in some time. Your husband followed soon after, your name conjoining with his as you both tumbled into the sweet hereafter.

Your breaths tangled together as you both came down from your high. Ominis was the first to break the spell, pulling out of you gently before getting up and procuring a towel from your adjoining bathroom. He cleaned you like one would dust a prized possession, carefully and with reverence. You were like a precious jewel that he had to protect, something he could admire for years, centuries, millennia to come. Next were the bonds on your arms, which he undid with deft fingers. Your arms dropped to the bed in a grand thump, all of your muscles giving up from how hard you were thrashing. Ominis lifted you off the bed, his hands on your shoulders as he slotted himself behind you, letting your back rest against his chest as he finally undid the blindfold. Your eyes squinted at the sudden light of the room, fluttering closed for a moment longer as you relaxed back into your husband. The blond carefully took each of your wrists into his hands, bringing them up to his lips and kissing away the minute bruising. You swooned, perfectly content to stay in this moment until the very end of time— until the world died in a grand ball of fire, or with a tiny poof.

Ominis kissed the side of your temple, rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat. “Was that everything you hoped for, my dear?”

You raised your hand up to his face, softly cradling his cheek in your palm. Pure affection spilled from you both in waves.

“Yes, my heart. You were absolutely perfect.”

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twisted-lover-boys · 9 months

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Haiii so I your requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write a small fic abt Ruggie developing feelings for a reader that’s Malleus’s little brother(or sibling if you’d rather do a gn reader) who is like really ethereal and kind?

Ruggie with a boyfriend who is Malleus’ brother

{not proof-read}

As much as I’m not a fan of doing “reader is sibling to character” I’ll do it for you because I like your pfp. This is the only time I’m doing it btw!!

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Your whole life, the only thing you’ve ever known was your brother Malleus and Lilia. With you and Malleus both being the crown princes, a lot of expectations were placed upon you at a young age

You were the opposite of your brother, taking more after your father in terms of looks. Of course you’d till retained your mother’s draconic features as is the dragon fae bloodline

Although you looked more approachable than your brother, you power and name alone scared people off. It was honestly a lovely life and you were tired of it

So being able to go to NRC was something you both weren’t going to pass up. You were tired of how your life was and wanted a change. Maybe this was it?

It was only a matter of time until you met Ruggie. You don’t really remember how this came to be, but a crush had started to form for the hyena. Luckily, you weren’t the only one. It was only a matter of time before you and the hyena got together

At first, Malleus and Lilia were wary of Ruggie as they didn’t want you to be taken advantage of, but after a few days of watching you both interact with each other, they knew you were in good hands

Now on to the actual relationship!!

Ruggie is not used to being spoiled in any way, shape, or form. Whether it be through gifts or acts of affection, he will not know how to process it after a while

On that note, he feels bad that he can’t spoil you in the same you do. Even though you reassure him that he doesn’t have to get you anything, he still tries his best to gift you things

Ruggie is more of a physical touch kinda guy. While he doesn’t mind kisses or words of affection, he would much prefer getting hugs or hanging off your arm or shoulder

Please make or buy this man donuts. He doesn’t care if they’re high quality ones from an exclusive store or you made them by your own hands he will scarf them down without hesitation

On that note, Ruggie knows how to cook with so little and how to make it super good in the process. He likes making you things that you’ve never had before

If you’re anything like your brother, then you probably have a little tamogachi. You care about that thing more than life itself. Ruggie actually tried to get a matching one until he realized just how old your model was…

The stuff that happened in book 2, he did his best to not involve you. He didn’t really end up caring about what happened to everyone else but he cared about what happened to you

He couldn’t have imagined just how upset you would be when you found out that he did that to your brother and guardian figure. I did cause an little argument but one match of magift and an infirmary recovery cuddle later, all was good

Of course, Diasomnia didn’t hold it against Ruggie as the whole problem started with his dorm head. He tried his best to be friendly with them and it was extremely easy! Sebek only tolerated him because he was dating you

Speaking of family, the fact that you were Malleus’ brother never really crossed his mind because you’re literally the opposite of him. You’re social and kind, you literally look like an angel, always hallowed in light while your brother looks unapproachable and is always shrouded in darkness

Oh dear Seven Ruggie loves seeing you all dressed up and all pretty and handsome for him outside of your school uniform. He’s seen you in so many outfits and you’ve pulled off every single look he’s gonna have a heart attack one day

Speaking of outfits…event time!!

Yeah, no, Ruggie was not about to let some ghost bride take you away from him and he was sure as hell not gonna stand around trying to be someone’s husband or watch one of your retainers vouch for you, especially Sebek. He was more than contented to just stay and chill in Diasomnia with you, your brother, and Silver

Whether you both went to Vargas’ camp at the same time or not, Ruggie will worry over you. He doesn’t care if you’re just as powerful as your brother and can handle yourself, he just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

Now that Port Fest is a thing, you find it extremely funny that Ruggie pulled the entire school into this event solely because he wanted to eat because his freshman Jack owed him. Despite that, you still had fun since you’ve never really been to many festivals

Ruggie was screaming, rolling on the floor, begging on his knees, practically dying when he saw you in your masquerade outfit. The silks and laces, the see-through sleeves, the cute hat over your curly horns, he’s so weak for you

He was happy that you and your brother ended up getting personal invitations to the City of Flowers, especially since you and Malleus don’t normally get invited to things because of your reputation. Made him a little sad but he’d never say that out loud

But when he learned what Rollo’s intentions was, to literally kill you and Malleus, he was pissed. He was focused on making sure you were okay and safe despite how upset you were over the false invitation

Oh man when he heard the Bell of Salvation, he went nuts. Now the whole nightmare was over, you were both sage, and you could enjoy the party and gorge yourselves with as much food as you wanted. He thought it best if he didn’t tell you his master plan with Jamil while you went with your brother to the Bell

Imagine dancing and singing with Ruggie as the masquerade. He’s not very good at either but doing it with you is all he wanted

I have nothing else to say he just loves you so much that he can’t put it into words half the time

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shirohige-pirates · 1 month

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Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

tag list: @mfreedomstuff

Chapter 2: Match Book

“It seems you did a very good job, Doll.” Ralf says, flipping through the Matchbook with Mellanny while you sat across from them quietly. “He owns his own business, and even more than that, it seems it is tied in closely with other businesses owned by other members of his family.”

“Quite the network.” Mellanny hums, a satisfied smile on her lips. “We’ll be able to proceed with everything just as we planned.”

You don’t flinch at the word, but there’s a knot in your stomach you hadn’t expected. You hadn’t even seen any part of the Matchbook yet, knowing better than to even ask until someone decided to hand it over. You had no idea what your partner looked like, or even his name at this point.

Such details that were irrelevant to The Plan after all, so it wasn’t surprising that either one of your parents had made mention of either detail. As curious as you were, you managed to set it aside completely. If it wasn’t important enough for them to share it, it wasn’t important enough for you to worry about.

Besides, they didn’t control their expressions at all compared to you, so they were actually both easy to read. Neither had even flinched in disgust, so at the very least you knew that your match was conventionally attractive. Not that it truly mattered, all you really hoped for in this was someone who wouldn’t beat you, or discard you, if The Plan went awry.

If everything worked as expected, you would get to live your life quietly with someone who could recover from what would happen to them, and you’d be able to raise children just as the government wanted you to. Never to see either of your parents ever again.

Ralf finally hands over a single photo.

The man in the photo had apparently noticed his picture was being taken and had posed a little. The big toothy smile was warm, and his eyes were bright and clear. He was wearing a uniform, a crisp white uniform with a bright yellow scarf tied loosely around his neck. The impressive pompadour was a little jarring, as you’d only seen that hair style in magazines and TV shows. His goatee was neat and the crescent shaped scar around his eye was one of the last things you noticed.

He looked kind in the photo.

You wondered what you looked like in the pictures he’d receive of you. Would he see all the things your parents wanted you to show to people? Would the camera have caught a moment of some other emotion on your face? Would he consider your features pleasant, or would he resign himself to having to accept them?

He was as wealthy as your parents wanted for you, maybe he would force you to undergo surgery and change to suit his desires.

The thought didn’t bother you, and you smile warmly as you hand the picture back. It didn’t matter, you were just a doll, as long as he didn’t discard you, you wouldn’t complain.

“His name is Edward Thatch,” Mellanny explains. “His father Edward Newgate is the CEO of the shipping conglomerate. Thatch, Marco, or Izou are expected to take over the company, and all three are currently running their own businesses.”

“There’s a lot in here about being patient with the hours he keeps,” Ralf continues, as he and your mother trade and review the information in the packet. “It looks like most of the men in that family get their own place once they come of age, so you’ll be moving into his apartment during the grace period.”

“Apartment?” Mellanny bites the word off in disdain.

“Just temporary,” Ralf assures her. “With this kind of money I’m sure they’ll have a house built as part of the wedding process.”

“That will give us more opportunities, won’t it? If we incorporate the house into The Plan?”

He shakes his head. “Too risky at this stage, we could compromise everything else.”

“Eh, you’re right. The return might be too small anyway.” She mutters dismissively, shuffling another paper away. “We need to call them in the next hour.”

“Mm, we’ll give it another twenty minutes, it won’t do to seem desperate. They could call us first, and that would work out well.”

Everything always had to be just so. Considered from all angles, and all outcomes. You and your family weren’t particularly wealthy. Enough that they could dress you as they wanted, and provide the education they felt would be best, but they always wanted more. Always wanted you and The Plan to provide more.

The “more” they felt entitled to.

The “more” you deprived them of.

The “more” that would set you free of any further obligation to them. Once The Plan was done you would be clear of any debt, left to live whatever life you could make from whatever they left you with.

Which would be more than they had now, so you should be grateful. Would be grateful.

Your phone rang, and your parents’ faces lit up. Your mother let it ring a couple times, motioning you closer to it before putting it on speaker.

“H-hello?” You say, letting nervousness into your voice as was expected.

There’s a short pause on the other end. “Yes, this is Edward Thatch, is this…?” His voice is pleasant, and you can hear a shift of papers before he says your name, mispronouncing it slightly. He might be truly nervous, or simply busy and unconcerned.

“It is,” you answer, keeping your voice steady. Your mother would chide you if you were truly nervous. “I received your book earlier, I was… a little nervous about calling first.”

“Ah, haha, yeah, me too.” There’s mirth in his voice that sounds genuine, and you feel something brush against your chest, but it’s fleeting and you pay it no mind. “A proper gentleman wouldn’t keep a lovely lady waiting, so I’m glad I was able to call you, ahem, first.”

“Me too, thank you Mr. Edward.” You smile, knowing the action will change the tone of your voice and carry it through the phone for him. “I believe we need to set up our first meeting, right?”

“Yes, within forty-eight hours, I believe, and please, call me Thatch.” He agrees, and you can hear more shuffling. “I shouldn’t be at work too late tonight, is seven this evening too soon?”

You look up at your parents and they’re both giving you thumbs up.

“Not at all, it’s perfect.”

“Good, good,” you can hear the relief in his voice. He’s either very practiced at coming across exactly how he wants, or he simply isn’t hiding anything. You won’t know until you’re in the same room with him. “I can coordinate with my father and come to your house if you’re more comfortable with that, or we’re welcome to meet at my father’s house if you prefer.”

Both of your parents are pointing to the phone, and you know what they’re implying. You also didn’t need their response, there’s no way they would miss a chance to see Edward Newgate’s home in person.

“If you can provide the address, it would be easier for my parents and I to come to you and your father.” The practiced answer falls easily from your lips.

The conversation moves into something a little more logistical after that. You get the address from Thatch, and he apologizes for needing to cut the conversation short, things are busy and he wants to be sure he won’t leave you and your folks waiting for him. When you hang up the phone your parents hug one another, cheering at the success of things so far before turning to you.

“There’s plenty of time before we need to leave, get cleaned up and change into what we picked out before.” Mellanny instructs. “I’ll take care of your hair once you get dressed and we’ll go light on the makeup, just something to soften the edges. We’ll hold off on a proper seduction until we have more concrete information.”

“Yes mother.”

“It’s not wrong to wait until your wedding night,” Ralf asserts. “Don’t let him pressure you. That night will likely be our best chance, it would be preferable that he is completely distracted.”

“Yes father,” you answer, getting up and going to get ready as instructed.

You follow the steps you’ve always followed, hardly even thinking about the process consciously at this point. There were special soaps for different parts of your body. Scents here, gentle cleansing there, no risk of a blemish, no wrinkles, rashes or irritations. It was nice to at least be using the same things at this point. For a few years your mother had you switching soaps, brands, frequencies, and everything else until she was satisfied that what you were using would leave your face as flawless as possible.

Puberty had been a nightmare, and it was also when you’d really started to fall into your doll-like behavior. It had taken almost a dozen trips to the doctor’s before she was convinced there was little more to do but wait out the acne. You’d had a few prescription creams, and she consulted with the doctor over nearly three dozen over the counter options. She wanted it gone, but she was just controlled enough to not risk chemically burning your skin in the process.

You were grateful for that much, but if she had done so you wouldn’t have been part of a plan at all, never mind The Plan.

You didn’t rush, but you didn’t dawdle. If you were too fast you’d be chastised for not getting ready properly, being too slow would be much the same. Though, so close to your first meeting your parents would probably avoid risking things that could upset you.

Dressed how you were instructed, your father dried your hair carefully while your mother applied some make up. You sat still, eyes closed until instructed differently, and let them do as they pleased.

Once they were both satisfied with your appearance, it was time to go over how you were supposed to act. Your parents would do most of the talking for you, which wasn’t unheard of. First meetings were supposed to include supportive family, who were there to ease the awkwardness and tension of meeting someone for the first time.

The preference was that the Matchs’ parents would be a part of it, but sometimes a person’s family situation could create a different scenario. The only thing the law was clear about was that matches had to have their first physical meeting within 48 hours of receiving their book. Just like with you, most people did see to it within the same day.

Guided into the backseat of the car, when it was time to leave, you did little more than replay the conversation with your parents over in your head. Not so that you wouldn’t forget it, but so that any actions you took would be smooth and natural. So that anything you had to do to adjust to some unforeseeable change in The Plan would still pull back to what was required.

It was going to be a bit of a drive, but time didn’t matter to you. The clock wouldn’t begin until tonight, when The Plan would finally move from it’s preparations stage, to something more active.

After six months, or even sooner if things went well, you and your match would be married. The details didn’t matter to you, what did matter was that divorce was so rare that it was one of the most repeated statistics regarding the program. It wasn’t just a rare occurrence, but it was also very difficult to even initiate it.

So, even if The Plan happened without a hitch, the likelihood that you would be discarded afterward was low. That was your only concern, or more correctly maybe your only goal.

You didn’t want to end up back with your parents, no matter what.

#x reader #reader insert #thatch one piece #modern au #Hey Doll #mdni #happy early birthday to Thatch

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radskull-69 · 1 year

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BOB X KIDNAPPED READER!

(Someone requested this and I was bored so why not?)

(Also idk how to do writing requests so if you wanted a mini story or some head cannons plz let me know-)

I feel it would have started when bob caught wind of you when you were going home or if you two already met, you’d probably only seen him once as he’s very shy! Stalking you from afar as he works the courage to kidnap- meet you. But once he’s got you in his arms he’ll be the only thing you ever see, that and the basement you’ll be living with him! Don’t worry, if your behaved he’ll let you around the house as long as he’s close by.

You’ll wake up to a chain on your ankle connected to a one person bed in a basement, both were cleaned long before you arrived by bob. He wanted everything to be in tip-top shape for you! He’d be sitting on a chair watching patiently for you to wake up, acting very excited when he sees your eyes flutter open. Maybe he put too much sleeping pills into the food?

Anyway, he’d get *very* touchy and hug you whatever chance he gets! He’d grope your fats and nuzzle into your face more often then not. Buy you sweets and sometimes a eye ball that was the same colour as yours! Something that remind him of you! Ain’t that sweet?

If you struggle against him he’d take it as not getting used to the sudden change in environment and getting antsy, like a cat! If you hit him *too* much he’ll get a bit frustrated. Don’t you see he’s just trying to show you some love?

He will tie you up snuggly and just hug you, rocking you while humming and petting your head until you calm down.

He’ll cook all your meals and be’d watching to make sure your getting fed! He’ll cook all your favourites just so he could see your smile again, (sometimes he’ll slip in a few human recipes-) He’d do anything to make you happy aside from letting you go, if you ask to leave too much he’ll get angry and punch the wall above your head out of anger. Hearing it crack under his fist would probably scare you into tears and he’d immediately feel sorry and comfort you. Saying thing such as ‘I’m sorry angel..’ or ‘I was just trying to prove my point.. I’m sorry’ yeah.. he’s not the best at apologising..

More often then not he’ll be sleeping in your bed next to you, or if you really don’t want him to, he can just sleep on the floor. What ever makes you comfortable. All the clothes you’ll be wearing will be his, but sometimes he likes to get you a cute lil dress to wear or suit to wear. He can’t resist dressing up his lil dolly~

When he comes home from ‘work’ (aka murdering people) he’ll likely come home angry or tired and just stomp down to the basement and flop on the bed beside you, laying you on his chest before promptly passing out. Times like these are usually the best times to escape, as he left the basement door wide open.

If your ever feeling bored he’ll get you things you like, you like drawing? BOOM now you got all the books and drawing supplies you’ll ever want (minus sharpeners and scissors etc) yuo like to read? BAM now you got enough books to fill a library, and if your scared of the dark it is or how creepy the basement looks he’ll get some fairy lights (making sure their put up high enough you can’t get them and hang yourself-) and buy some furniture and decorations to make you more in your new home! The action would’ve been sweet if not given the situation…

When he finally lets you out of the basement after being so good for him he’ll *always* be by your side, incase you hurt yourself or try to run away. Good thing all the windows and the doors were securely locked. He didn’t like the bright sunlight anyway..

Later he’ll even let you go into the kitchen and cook with him! As much as he adores seeing you in a little apron he bought you and for you to cook him meals he’s worried you might hurt yourself (or *him*) with a knife, can never be too careful..

He likes to finally have you sleep with him in his bed, his bed was bigger and more comfortable since it could now fit the both of you( Especially his larger body). Other items he’ll sit on the couch with you and rubbing his thumb over your thigh as they watched the new, telling people that you went missing. He chuckles at how they really think they’ll find you, not to mention that you even *want* to leave.

While it takes longer then bob would like you do get used to his company and your new home, and he couldn’t be happier!

#spooky month #bob velseb #spooky month bob #x y/n #yandere x reader #writing prompt #rad writes #rads art

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caraetdeul · 9 months

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Feeling Quite Muggy Today

Lee Seokmin (DK) x reader

There will always be a rainbow after the storm. Or in other words, the most beautiful things can come from the ugliest circumstances.

TW: reader having a bad day, toxic boss, accident-prone reader

A/N: here's a new one-shot for our very own Sunshine! I've been working on this for the whole day so hopefully everything checks out. If there are other TW that I missed, please do tell me so I can add it in the list. My taglist for Seventeen is still open so if you wanted to be tagged for my future works, just send an ask. As always, enjoy reading caratdeuls!

~Main Masterlist~

Mornings were supposed to be calm and relaxing.

Watching the sun peek through its confinement from the clouds should be mesmerizing and serene.

Even going through your morning routine despite the looming stress that comes from a workday should be tranquil and unperturbed.

Well to be fair, your day did start like that. Waking up to the birds harmoniously chirping through the window behind the sleeping form of your boyfriend. The sun's rays hit the back of his head, creating a beautiful halo from the disheveled hair around him.

Looking at your phone by the bedside table, you realized that you still have a few minutes before your alarm goes off. So you settled back in the comfort of your bed and in your boyfriend’s arms, content in letting the day begin with the warmth this morning brings you.

You almost fell right back to sleep when you hear the first few notes of your alarm being played. Seokmin once asked you how you were able to wake up to the soft tune of a piano playing when he needed the power of a rock band just to take him out of dreamland. You then tried explaining how much of a light sleeper you are through your laughter as he drum his hands on your stomach which turned into a tickling fest. Keyword: tried. You chuckle at the memory before going through with your routine but not without the expected resistance and whispers of “5 more minutes” from the person beside you.

After taking a shower and changing into your work clothes, you went down to your kitchen to start preparing breakfast for the both of you. You let Seokmin take his time trying to get the sleep out of his system since his schedule doesn’t start until noon.

Once you got the kettle on the stove and your eggs start sizzling on the pan, you suddenly felt arms wrapping around you from behind and the smell of citrus shampoo and cologne engulfed you.

“Good morning to you my little sunshine,” Seokmin murmured into your neck, softly kissing the spot just below your ear.

You giggled from the ticklish feeling before responding, “Good morning to you too Minnie.”

“So what is on the menu for today?”

“Well,” you drawl out as you turn off the stove and turn around in his arms to face him, “It was either eggs or a burned-down kitchen. Personally, I would prefer to have a fully functioning kitchen so I ultimately decided on having simple eggs as breakfast.”

He laughed at your response, remembering all the accidents you have made in this very kitchen due to your clumsiness. There were so many of them that it came to a point where he was actively avoiding any opportunities for you and Mingyu to be in the same room at the same time. The disaster that would ensue once that happens would be one for the history books.

“Okay, eggs it is then,” Seokmin answered once he got a hold of himself. He then started preparing coffee for the both of you while you transfer the cooked eggs to your plates. He took out the kettle, filled it up with water, and put it on the stove that’s already been turned on by you. You passed by him holding your plates in both hands before placing them on the dining table. You then return to the kitchen to take out your designated breakfast mugs from the overhead cabinets, a mug shaped like a dog with its tail as the handle for Seokmin and a black and gold marble-like mug for you.

That was one of the things that certainly became a permanent feature in your household once you moved in with Seokmin in your new apartment. You were the one to bring a whole collection of mugs, ranging from the aesthetically minimalist ones to the weirdest and funniest mugs that even Seokmin was visibly perplexed as to how in the world you got them. It was at that moment that your boyfriend decided that mugs would equal you. Anytime he goes on a trip somewhere and sees a mug, there’s no doubt that he wouldn’t be going home without it. From then on, your mug collection just doubled as time goes by, successfully taking almost half of the whole kitchen storage space.

One morning just like this, Seokmin noticed how you always used that particular mug for your morning coffee. Never failed to use it every morning but when it came to the other parts of the day, there wasn’t a specific mug that you choose. When he inquired to you about this, that’s when he learned how special that mug is to you. You shared how it was the very first mug that you bought on your own.

Owning things for yourself in your family’s household was a rare thing for you. Every single thing was shared by every family member and your things were typically paid for by an older relative since you were still a student at the time and have no work to earn money from. So once you graduated and were finally working, it was a very special moment for you when you finally got your own mug through your own effort.

In hindsight, you realized how simple and anti-climatic buying your own mug really was but Seokmin immediately stopped you from saying anything further. He then reassured you by walking to one of the cabinets that were filled with mugs and opening it, seemingly making the hardest decision in his life while scanning the variety of mugs in front of him before finally taking one out and going back to his seat in front of you. Placing the dog-shaped mug on the dining table separating the both of you, he solemnly declared that this was his own breakfast mug from here on out. You then smiled the brightest smile Seokmin ever saw on your face and if you were to ask him, he would probably describe it as the only thing other than the sun that a sunflower field will always face.

So when Seokmin heard a crash behind him, looking over to see your favorite mug on the floor in pieces, he knew this day would be one of the hardest days you will ever experience.

His feet moved towards you before you even realize what was happening. He guided your frozen figure to a seat on your kitchen island, carefully removing his mug that was still in your hands and placing it on the counter. He then went back to the area where your mug was laying in pieces, picking up a plastic bag to put your mug in. He carefully took each broken piece in the bag all the while glancing at your from time to time trying to gauge whatever you were feeling at the moment.

The whole moment only sank in for you when you heard the clanking of the pieces in the secured bag as it was placed in front of you. You then felt warm hands gently cupping your cheeks and a thumb softly wiping on the area below your left eye. Overwhelmed by the sudden downturn of events as well as the worried look plastered on your boyfriend’s face, you whimpered before finally breaking down.

Seokmin’s arms immediately wrapped around you, letting you cry as much as you need to. You were a blubbering mess, trying to apologize for how pathetic you possibly looked crying over a mug. But all he did was shush your worries with reassurances, shutting down every single insecurity that seeps out with a whisper of his own words full of love and care.

It took you a while before you finally calmed down enough to remove yourself from the cocoon of your boyfriend’s arms. When Seokmin was sure that you were good enough to leave alone for a minute, he stood up to get you a cup of water. When he came back to your side, he let you drink the whole thing before taking the cup away and putting it in the sink, reminding himself to wash it later.

He observed you for a bit, taking note of your sad and tired eyes and fidgeting fingers. He was about to say something when you interrupted him.

“No, it's okay. I’ll be okay,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure?” he asked, trying to find any sign of hesitation behind your eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You put your hand on top of his squeezing it while looking directly into his eyes, doing your best to convey the sincerity behind your words even though you knew deep inside that this will definitely be an annoying chip on your shoulder for quite some time.

“And besides,” you chuckled, “it really isn’t a great thing to say to your boss that you wouldn’t be able to work because of a stupid mug.”

Seokmin knew what you were doing. He knew your tendency to downplay whatever you were feeling and use humor as a defense mechanism. But even then, he also knew that you were too stubborn to do anything otherwise.

So he let you continue on with your breakfast, obviously trying to avoid looking in the direction of the plastic bag that holds the mug. He tried making light conversation while eating, inserting a joke or two that he knows will make you laugh even in these circumstances. In some way, you can say that he was successful in getting a laugh out of you but for Seokmin, he can hear how dull they were compared to your real laugh.

Once you were done with breakfast, you immediately get up to put your dishes in the sink only to be stopped by Seokmin as he told you that he will take care of it. You smiled at him gratefully before proceeding to get ready for work.

Coming out of the bedroom fully clothed in your work clothes, you kissed Seokmin goodbye and rushed out of the apartment when you realized how late you were, shouting an “I love you” before the door closed behind you.

The moment that you were fully out of the apartment, he let out a deep sigh. He sat back down on your sofa with the plastic bag in his hands. His thoughts start to wander, trying to find a solution to your predicament. He took out his phone and started googling different ways to fix a broken mug when he came across a particular video. Watching the whole thing, he grinned knowingly. He started the video once again from the very beginning, determined to bring back that bright smile of yours.

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You closed the door to your apartment, sighing in relief that you were finally home. You knew that your day was only gonna get worse after that particular incident but you didn’t expect that it would get this bad.

You were on your way to work that morning when your boss suddenly sent an email to you letting you know that you will have an impromptu presentation at a coming meeting that same day. Your boss then noted at the end that no excuses will be tolerated and that you should be thoroughly prepared for it. You sighed frustratedly, reminding yourself to take a few deep breaths before you do anything drastic. You just turned up your car’s volume and continued driving, letting Taylor Swift drown out your thoughts of replying back to your boss with an email full of profanities and declarations that would definitely land you with an issue from your HR.

Finally reaching your office, you were heavily set on finally getting to relax for a bit before you actually begin to work. But once you sat down, you were immediately met with a buttload of paperwork on your desk. The fact that you haven’t had a single cup of coffee since then was only adding to your frustration. This then resulted in you remembering the very reason for your lack of caffeine which only made you want to rip out every single hair strand from your head.

Unfortunately for you, your misery continued on for the whole day. From your boss berating you for your poor performance during your presentation to being stuck in heavy traffic on your way home, you were in desperate need of cuddles and comfort from your boyfriend.

Trudging towards the living area, you absentmindedly remove your shoes as you walk. Once you reached your couch, you were met with the most endearing image you have ever seen in your entire life. Sitting on your couch is Seokmin wearing a very comfortable dog onesie while holding popcorn and ice cream. The tv was turned on and your favorite comfort movie was paused, waiting for your arrival.

“I…I don’t even know what to say,” you muttered, overwhelmed by the love from your boyfriend. You were about to sit down when Seokmin suddenly stood up.

“Wait!” Seokmin reached out for your shoulders, effectively pushing you toward the direction of your bedroom.

“What? Why? What’s happening?” You try to resist but immediately yelped when you were only met with him scooping you up into his arms bridal style. He didn’t reply to your protests as he walked, only flashing you a grin that told you that you weren’t getting out of this anytime soon.

Once you reached your bedroom door, Seokmin finally let you down on your feet. He opened the door and led you to the bed where a onesie of your favorite animal was laid out.

“Even though I love seeing you in your work clothes, being sexy and all that jazz, I also love for you to be as comfortable as you can be,” Seokmin said, kissing your forehead before heading out of the room. You looked back to the onesie on your bed that was definitely only bought earlier today. But even then, it smelled of Seokmin’s cologne which made you smile. You were totally gonna ask him if he was a mind reader or something.

When you finished changing out of your work clothes and into your onesie, you walked back to the living area. You sat beside your boyfriend fully prepared to get as comfortable as you can.

“Oh shit wait, I forgot something.” Seokmin ran towards the kitchen before coming back to the couch. You watched him hand you a mug full of your favorite beverage while he sat down beside you, also holding his own mug. You muttered a thank you before you settled down with him.

You then waited for him to start the movie but after a few minutes, he still didn’t move. Confused, you looked back at him only to be met with sparkling eyes and an excited grin on his face.

“What?” you asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Seokmin didn’t say anything and instead, he glanced at your mug before looking back up to you. Scrunching your eyebrows, you followed his line of sight wondering why your boyfriend was acting weird all of a sudden. It was then that you realized what he was trying to show.

In your hands was the very mug that you broke earlier that day. It wasn’t even a replica of your mug. It was the exact mug that you bought. The only thing that was different was the thick gold lines that sprout from random edges of your mug. And probably for the millionth time today, your eyes glistened with tears but unlike before, this one was filled with tears of happiness.

“B-but how?” you whispered, still in awe.

“Well, I know how much you care for that mug and I didn’t really want to end this day with you being all sad because of it. So I tried to find ways to fix your mug. That’s when I stumbled upon a Japanese method of repairing ceramics and things like that. I think it was called kitsune or something,” Seokmin explained.

“Do you mean kintsugi?” you clarified.

“Oh! Yes! That’s the term. Kintsugi,” he confirmed.

Looking back at your mug, you realized that that was the reason for the thick golden lines all around it. Kintsugi is a Japanese method of repairing ceramics with the use of glue that was then dusted with gold. The main idea behind this particular method is that the flaws and imperfections of something also deserve to be seen as a beautiful thing. Your heart only swelled even more because of this.

“Do you… like it?” Seokmin asked.

“Like it? I love it!” you placed the mug on the coffee table before lunging at him, your arms wrapping around him. He laughed as he was pushed down towards the couch due to your strength, surprised by your sudden actions before hugging you back.

“I love you Lee Seokmin,” you murmured into Seokmin’s neck.

“I love you too, my little ball of sunshine,” he replied, kissing your head. He reached out for the remote on the coffee table, pressing the play button before returning his arm around you.

The both of you stayed like that the whole night up until the morning sun shines through your windows, letting the warmth of each other seep through your skins and fill up your hearts.

Taglist: @moonwonuu @belladaises

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foone · 1 year

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"here" he says, handing me a book. "Count the pages"

"okay?" you quickly flip through the book full of sigils and inscrutable geometric illustrations. "seventy-two pages. What's the point of this?"

He writes that down on a little notepad, next to your name. You see the page is full of other names. "watch", he says, and closes the book before opening it and counting out loud the pages as he flips through them. "fifty-six"

He hands the book back to you, and you flip through it again yourself, then again. You count seventy-two pages both times. "is this some kind of trick?"

"if it is, it's not one I've been able to figure out yet. Everyone who looks through this book seems to count a different number of pages. The most I've seen was one hundred and twenty-four, the least was nineteen."

"very interesting", you say, turning the book over to examine the binding. There doesn't seem to be anything special about it, no obvious place to hide a trick mechanism.

"and that's just for starters: the actual pages seem to change between readers". He takes the book, closes it, and then quickly flicks through it until he finds a specific diagram, a series of concentric circles labeled around some sort of whale-like shape. "close the book and find this page" he says as he hands it over.

You look at the page closely, then do as he says. Before too long, you're looking at the back of the book, that diagram nowhere to be seen. "I can't find it! What is this book?"

He shrugs. "it seems everyone gets a different set of pages. That's one of the many reasons we're very much looking forward to you being able to read this language."

#mundane kaya sona

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exquisiteserotonin · 8 months

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Precious Possessions Chapter 4: Mastermind

I lied last week, obviously, not the final chapter. Who knows along this will go. It ends, when it ends. 😏

Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

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Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader, Dave York x You

Word Count: ~2.4K

Rating & Warnings: Explicit, 🔞MDNI!!!🔞 This fic contains, but are not limited to the following, dom!Dave, spanking, bondage, overstimulation, PiV sex, creampie, oral (f! and m! receiving)dirty, dirty talk

A/N: Not beta'd (all funky grammar an spelling things are my own).

Plans are beginning to take shape.

And as always a big, big thanks to my slut collective @blueheat1-blog @best-little-secret @basicoccult @redhotkitchen @legendary-pink-dot @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207 @imalrightllama

Chapter 4: Mastermind

You sat on your plush, cream-colored couch, a blanket covering your lap as you sipped a cup of tea on a Thursday night. Nearly a week had passed since you had come home from the conference. You should have been relieved and relaxed to finally be in your cozy and quiet townhome, away from the noise and the toxic masculinity. Instead, you sat here having flashbacks of the excruciating ecstasy of Dave’s hand slapping your ass, being tied up while he ate your pussy like it was his last meal, and how his massive cock sent orgasms through your body that nearly split you in two. Before he even slipped a finger in you, you both knew you’d never be able to go back to your normal life. Instead of reading a book or binge watching your favorite tv show you replayed one of your conversations in your head.

“What are you talking about?” He asked again as he sat up, resting against the headboard.

You sat up on your knees, playing docile for him you couldn’t stop staring at his large cock.

“Did you think it was a coincidence that we met, Dave?” You purred. “Some people would say I’m exceptionally gifted at what I do, it only took a little bit of digging to find out about your extracurriculars.”

You remembered him getting angry with you.

“You have no idea what you’re asking me.”

Yes, you did.

“Yes, I do.”

You crawled towards him on all fours.

“Teach me to do what you do.”

You remembered how dark his expression was, how low his brow was furrowed, but also how he licked his lips the closer you crawled towards him.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

From your hands and knees you lowered your face to his cock. He could look at you, scold you, spank you, or tie you up but you knew he wouldn’t say no.

You remembered that he didn’t answer for a while, and he shuddered with a moan as you touched the tip with your warm lips.

Then you remembered him grabbing your hair.

“If we’re gonna do this, you have to do everything, and I mean everything, I say.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Now give me that pretty, little mouth again.”

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Falling asleep on your couch only to wake up in a daze to traipse to your bedroom was becoming a nightly occurrence since you got home. This evening threatened to follow the same pattern. Nearly 8:00 pm and your eyes were already starting to feel heavy from a cocktail of boredom and exhaustion. The singsong chime of your doorbell camera alerted you to someone outside and you were suddenly awake. You looked at your app and raced to the door to confirm who was standing on the other side.

“Dave?!” You gasped as you swung the door so hard that a gust of air swept at your hair. “What are you---?”

He stood before you with the hungriest eyes, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a messy kiss before you could utter another word. As he kicked the door closed behind him, his large hands slipped under your shirt, kneading your right breast until he was rolling and pinching the nipple, forcing you to yelp. As he corralled you to the couch, you pushed against him weakly trying to get him to offer you an explanation. His lips gripped yours, fast, searing, and desperate to taste you. Your center, ass, and legs were suddenly cold as he pulled your sweatpants off you and onto the floor.

Finally, he gave your lips the briefest of respites until they found another set of lips on your body that he was more hungry for.

“Da--ahh,” you cried as his tongue licked a long, slow, deep stripe into your folds.

He devoured you with his unforgiving tongue and lips. His wet hunger mixed with your essence sent tingles that undulated outward to every nerve ending in your body. Moans of his name were all that could leave your lips as his tongue lapped into you and as his lips sucked on your bundle of nerves until you were uncontrollably writhing, shaking, and screaming his name.

“One,” Dave growled, sitting on the couch next to you while pulling you on top of him at the same time. His cock sprung upwards after he unzipped and pulled down his pants. He pumped himself for a few moments and lifted you, teasing your entrance with his erect cock.

“Ride,” he demanded as he helped you lower you onto him, bucking his hips up to thrust into you.

His fingers gripped the skin of your hips like a seatbelt keeping you in place. You bounced and rolled on his cock as his hands marked your hips that he was claiming as his own. He was so deep inside you this way and with each grind and thrust you felt his tip reaching into your deepest center, nearly sending you over the edge every time. Searching for a way to retain some semblance of control, you reached behind him and started massaging his balls. A rich moan traveled from his throat as you touched him. In your head, this would have made him cave to you, would have given you permission for you to make him yours for a little while. Yet, with every move and push of his cock inside you, he reminded you of how wrong you were and how in control he was. As if that weren’t enough, he swiped the pad of his thumb across your sweet bundle of nerves, circling it with furious determination as you bounced on his cock.

“Fuckin’ ride me, firefly,” he said his voice coming out in a low thunder, the movement of his thumb growing faster. “Fucking missed your tight, little cunt.”

You tried to form words to tell him how much you missed him too. How much you missed being impaled by him, but all that came out was moans and screams. The tight, sensitive shivers intensified as he kept working at your clit while fucking into you, bouncing you up and down. You desperately tried to brace yourself against him as his cock pounded your spongy center until all you could do was clutch at the cushions on your couch as you screamed out his name in desperation and ecstasy as you reached you high.

He laughed again, pressing your torso into him as he sat up. His tongue blessed your nipples with aftershocks to add to your orgasm.

“Two,” he murmured.

Counting. He was counting how many times he made you come. Your chest heaved, with hot breaths and sweat that illuminated your skin all the way to your ears.

“Can you give me one more, firefly?” He teased, rolling you onto your back on the couch. “Strangle my cock with this tight pussy?”

“I, I--,” you tried to will the words out of your mouth through the overstimulation.

He was your drug and you needed your fix.

You watched in a misty gaze as his dark eyes fixed themselves on you with something even deeper than a primal hunger for you. Your body nearly melted at the touch of his hands as he pushed your legs close together, pressing your knees up to your chest. The ragged breaths that escaped his mouth as he lined himself up at your entrance set fire to the air. A forceful slap of his stiff, wide cock had you crying out for him.

“Fuck, Dave, please!”

He pushed himself into you, stretching you, his skin causing every fold in you to flutter as his thrusts quickened.

“Can’t stop thinking about this pretty pussy!” He growled. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it, when I had to fuck her.”

His words would have made any other woman stop at the thought of him filling up someone else, even if it was his wife. It sent your ego soaring and you clenched him tighter in response. A loud, rumbling groan left his lips and he pounded into you faster. The most sensitive part of your core, began to roll and rumble sending a wave after wave of pleasure that had you searching for anything to grab onto to brace yourself for its arrival.

“So--fucking--tight,” Dave growled as he held onto your legs in vice grip until you screamed his name over and over, not caring if your neighbors could hear you through the walls, “choking my fucking cock.”

With one final push Dave emptied into you, keeping his cock tight into you for a few moments to feel every tremble your body made for him. Intoxicated in the afterglow, you rolled over with a gasp when he pulled out, trying to regain some semblance of yourself. He gave a quick slap on your cunt and then on your ass, evoking one last desperate moan from your cherry lips.

“Where’s your bathroom, firefly?” he asked with a low, raspy chuckle, admiring how you lay breathless and weary because of him.

You gestured down your hallway, weakly. Laying naked on your couch, all you could muster was a soft giggle of ecstasy. After deep breaths, the kind you practiced during yoga, you felt yourself recovering. It felt like a dream as you saw him walking back to you, naked and confident like he was in his own home. He put on his boxer briefs before sitting next to you on the couch.

“Clean yourself up and come sit in my lap,” he stated as he patted his leg.

You nodded and ran to the bathroom to clean yourself of his cum, its stickiness imprinting itself within you. You brushed your hair quickly and then returned, taking your place on the throne of his lap just as he had asked. His right hand wrapped securely around your waist while his left hand ran over the surface of your legs. There was almost something domestic about it. Another deep breath forced you to force that thought from your head and you took his chin and turned his face towards yours, biting his bottom lip.

“What are you doing here?” you inquired, nursing his bottom lip with your thumb.

“You mean other than fucking you?”

You rolled your eyes as you waited for an explanation, hoping it would ease your anxious thought that someone, anyone might know what was going on between the two of you.

“Yes, other than that.”

“Carol and the girls are out of town for a long weekend,” he smirked, “a girls scout camping trip.”

“Mmm, lucky me,” a giddy mischief boiled up inside you. “So I have you all weekend long.”

You straddled him and grabbed his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a discerning look that consisted of a furrowed brow and dark, determined eyes.

“Oh, I see,” you replied, feeling the warmth of your afterglow cool on your skin. “Mixing a little pleasure with your business?”

You tried not to reveal any kind of disappointment. The sides of your jaw tightened as you narrowed your gaze to his face, trying to read the expression on it. A veil of realization covered you, understanding the importance of his unexpected arrival to your home.

“You are my business; you wanted to learn, firefly, get dressed.” Dave ordered, swooshing a large hand to your ass with a firm slap.

“Yes sir,” you growled, nipping at his lips and grinding into him.

“I said, ‘get dressed,’” he reiterated through gritted teeth as he grasped her by the wrists, “I don’t need the distraction and neither do you.”

You stood up, taken aback with how quickly he shifted from pumping you full of his cum to a man who so easily and systematically killed people like it was a nine to five job. His eyes stayed on you intently, a smirk painting his lips in appreciation of the view that was you. Upon your return you were clothed in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt. You found Dave dressed in sweatpants and a v-neck t-shirt, his laptop open and on. A close examination of his screen revealed an already comprehensive, electronic dossier created for Brad from where he was born, where he’s lived, all his schools, jobs, and relevant figures in his life, an asterisk by the name of his father, a lifelong diplomat.

“Nice homework,” you remarked, “but an easy find on the internet.”

You felt the gravity of the situation grow heavier on your shoulders when Dave gave you a cold, harsh glare in response to your quip.

“Rule number 1: you get cocky , you get killed.”

You straightened your posture at the words and nodded in acknowledgement. Dave excelled at this for a reason. Remembering the intensity and hard work it took you to excel in your job helped you to reframe your perspective of how you expected Dave wanted you to act. You pulled your hair up in a ponytail, hoping to show Dave that you were ready to listen and learn. With his leg he pushed back the stool next to him at your kitchen counter and you took it, moving closer to him.

“I’m not going to make this easy on you, firefly,” Dave said, the tone of his voice void of any expression or urgency, “but we need more than what I have and the only way I can get it is through you.”

“I’m listening,” a tightness formed in the back of your throat, “what do I have to do?”

“I’m oversimplifying it,” Dave replied, “but you have to do whatever it takes to get Brad to trust you.”

An initial, uneasy chill traveled through your bones at the words. It lasted fleetingly, as something different and indescribable took over your brain. You could work with this, especially with someone as slow-witted as Brad. The sweet memory of how you got that lecherous teacher fired replayed in your brain. This was really just the next logical step from that. An anxious excitement brewed inside you as you turned to Dave.

“So…when do I get started?”

Brad, the poor bastard, he would never see it coming.

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years

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Hi hi, can you write James Potter with “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix) please, please?

The reader is a little bit flirty and has a crush on James. And one day the reader found out that James has a crush on/is in love with them and then they start to flirt with him and he likes 😳😳😳😳😳 (bc they were never flirting with him before and they're so shy to flirt with him) this James is a little bit shy uhhhh. Fluff please, thank you🙇

Hi! I loved this concept so much but I suck at flirting so idk if I I did it justice. I tried my best so I hope you like it anyways! It's really fluffy so I hope that will balance it out

Oops || James Potter x Reader

Summary: You've had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Based on prompt 58. from this prompt list: “Now I accidentally know that you're in love with me too, oops, baby, I love you” (Oops by Little Mix)

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way, I think that all but if I missed anything let me know!

English is not my first language!

Word count: 2700+

You had been struggling to complete the Transfiguration assignment for hours now. It was your last remaining unfinished assignment and you were beginning to regret putting it off until last. It was a long essay and you were beginning to doubt that you had enough time to finish it. You closed the book in front of you with more force than necessary, visibly frustrated and tired from all the reading. You leaned back against the back of the couch as you thought about what excuse you could give McGonagall so she wouldn't scold you for not turning in the essay on time. You hated it when she scolded you. As stupid as it sounded, she was one of your favorite teachers and you didn't like disappointing her. But you really didn't feel mentally capable of reading another page.

Just when you were about to give up, opting to fake your death to get out of handing in your paper, the solution to all your problems presented itself in the Gryffindor common room. The marauders settled into one of the armchairs opposite you, laughing amongst themselves about who knows what. Your eyes lingered on James for a moment, admiring his beautiful smile illuminated by the light from the fireplace. Your heart raced as you watched him arrange his hair, fighting the long uncontrollable strands to shape it. You loved his hair and loved watching him run his fingers through it, but right now you had more important things to do. So you took your eyes off him against your will and stood up from your seat to approach them. Sirius had his back to you and you took the opportunity to hang onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your head next to his.

"Hey gorgeous!" you greeted him in a flirtatious tone."Please tell me you did the transfiguration essay."

"You haven't done your homework, Y/N? That's bad, McGonagall is going to be very disappointed in you" he mocked you with a fake tone of disapproval.

"I know! That's why I'm asking the smartest and cutest student in all of Hogwarts for his help."

"Mmmm I don't know, darling. What if Minnie finds out and fails us both. I don't know if it's worth it."

"Come on, Sirius! I'm not gonna be that stupid. I'm not copying your homework I just need a little help to finish mine, that's all" you tried to convince him, even though you knew he would help you eventually. This was all part of his fun. "I'll owe you one. You can ask me whatever you want and I'll do it" you added in a suggestive tone. You were just playing along. You two were good friends, but nothing more. Your heart belonged to another marauder, one who wore glasses and was looking at you strangely. Was it annoyance you saw in his eyes? Perhaps a hint of jealousy? You weren't sure and you didn't have time to find out now.

"Whatever I want, huh? Are you that desperate?" he asked, amused.

"You have no idea" you answered with honesty. "So do we have a deal or not?" Sirius nodded and you planted a noisy kiss on his cheek before releasing him so he could look for his homework among the thousands of messy parchments he had in his backpack. When he found it, he handed it to you, making some clarifications, which you listened to attentively as you scanned the parchment in your hands. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed happily, giving him a quick hug. "You're the best, I love you."

You didn't give him time to answer you before you ran off to get your stuff and rushed upstairs to lock yourself in your room to get your damn homework done. You heard him laugh and mumble something as you walked away, but you were too excited to pay attention to him. Luckily for you your roommates hadn't come up yet, leaving you with the room all to yourself. You sat on your bed, propping up everything you needed to start working.

You read Sirius's essay a couple of times, mentally organizing what you would take from it to add to your paper and the words you would use so that it wouldn't be obvious that you were copying yourself. When you had a general idea of how to structure your essay, you grabbed your feather to start writing before the ideas escaped your mind. But then you realized you were missing your quill. You looked all over the room for it with no luck, so you came to the conclusion that you had forgotten it in the common room. Annoyed by your clumsiness, you went downstairs once more hoping that no one had taken it by mistake. You walked at a hurried pace, desperate to get back to your room to finish your homework.

However, your feet stopped dead in their tracks at the bottom step of the stairs when you heard your name being mentioned in the conversation the marauders were having.

"I don't get it, if you like Y/N so much then why don't you ask her out?" you heard Sirius speak with a frustrated tone. Your eyebrows rose to your hairline in surprise, and you perked your ears to hear the conversation better. You knew it was wrong, you weren't supposed to be hearing those things. But curiosity was stronger than you. You wanted to know who was the marauder who seemed to fancy you.

"Because she doesn't feel the same way and I'm gonna end up making a fool of myself."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of James' voice. You stood completely paralyzed for a moment as your brain tried to process the information it had just received. James Potter, the boy you had been pining for over the past two years, the owner of your heart, had a crush on you. It couldn't be real. This had to be part of a dream. You began to wonder if maybe you had fallen asleep while reading for Transfiguration and this was all a product of your imagination. But as the conversation progressed, you realized it was all real.

"You don't know that, James," Remus encouraged him in a soft voice."She might feel the same way."

"Are you kidding me? She likes Sirius, it's obvious."

"Me!? She doesn't like me!"

"Then why does she keep flirting with you?"

"Because that's just the way that she is. She flirts with everybody, it's not that serious."

"No she doesn't. She never flirts with me."

James wasn't wrong. You never flirted with him, but it wasn't because you didn't feel anything for him. On the contrary, you were afraid of being too obvious. It was easy to flirt with Sirius or Remus or any other boy at Hogwarts because you didn't feel anything for them. But James... He was different. He had captured your heart from the first time you talked to him, joking around in first year Charms class. He was the only boy you really cared about, the only one you wanted to share your life with and create a future with. But you didn't know if he felt the same way about you and you were afraid to find out, so you had kept your crush hidden.

But now everything was different. Listening to that conversation was wrong, but at least now you had confirmation that he had feelings for you too. James liked you and was sad that you didn't flirt with him. And that was something you could easily change.

The days that followed were spent correcting your mistake. You started with simple things, giving James smiles when your eyes met, winking flirtatiously at him, and creating situations that would lead to "accidental touches" between the two of you. You tried to be subtle so it wouldn't be so obvious that you were flirting with him, but even that seemed to throw him off. He looked at you with surprised eyes and flushed cheeks every time you smiled at him, and that only encouraged you to continue. He looked adorable, but as much as you loved his shyness, you were starting to get impatient. You thought that maybe showing interest in him would help him come out of his shell and encourage him to make a move on you, but with each passing day James seemed to become even more shy. It was strange considering that in every other area of his life he was anything but shy. So you decided to take it a step further in the hopes that it would help speed things up.

"Is this seat taken, pretty boy?"

James lifted his eyes from his spell book to look at you with a surprised expression, as if he didn't expect to hear those words coming out of your mouth. It took him a few seconds to answer you, his brain struggling to form a coherent thought after hearing you use that nickname on him. "N-no, no" he mumbled with flushed cheeks.

"Mind if I sit then?"

"No, go ahead" he was quick to say, shaking his head frantically. You gave him a smile and settled in the chair next to him, pulling your spell book out of your backpack to get ready for class.

"But I was going to sit with James," you heard Peter mutter under his breath, before being shushed by Sirius, who pushed him towards the desk in the back.

Class started not long after that, interrupting you before you could continue with your plan. However, you didn't let that stop you, getting a little too close to James to ask him any questions and pretending not to understand the position you had to hold your hand in when it came to doing the spell Professor Flitwick had told you to practice. Your skin tingled under the touch of his fingers as he helped you place your wrist in the correct position. Your eyes never left his profile, admiring his face and the light tint of pink on his cheeks.

"I need your help with something" you said suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that the whole class was distracted by the spell that no one seemed to be able to perform correctly.

"Oh really? With what?" he asked you curiously, looking away from his wand to focus on you.

"It's about something personal, but I desperately need a second opinion."

"Okay, you piqued my interest. I'm all ears."

"It’s about a guy that I like," you began, your eyes never leaving his face."He's the cutest and funniest guy I know, the only one that can make me feel nervous when he's around."

"Do I know this guy?"

You smiled. "Yes, you know him very well." James' gaze dropped to the floor in sadness, convinced you were referring to Sirius. He didn't want to hear you confess your love for his best friend, but it was too late to back out now, so he remained silent. "Anyway, I had a crush on this guy for so long, but I never had the courage to tell him about it" you continued, hoping that as you explained yourself he would be able to take your hint. "That was until a couple of days ago. I accidentally heard him talking with his friends about me and he kind of admitted to having feelings for me too. The problem is that he doesn't do anything about it."

James looked at you with a subtle frown on his face as he tried to remember a time when the Marauders had had a similar conversation. So far he had been pretty sure that you were talking about Sirius, but he couldn't remember a time when he had confessed to him that he had feelings for you. And unless he had been talking to other friends about feelings he kept hidden even from the marauders, James was beginning to doubt it was him. But if it wasn't Sirius, then who was it?

"I've been trying to get his attention" you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. "But he doesn't seem to take the hint. Do you think I should be up front and talk to him about it or should I wait for him to make the first move?"

"Well" he said, struggling to find his voice. There was something about the way you looked at him that felt different. A special sparkle in your eyes that threw him off, but in a good way if that made any sense. "If you really like this guy I think you should just talk to him." James tried to ignore how ironic it was that he was giving you that advice when he didn't follow it himself. His friends had grown tired of repeating those words to him every time he talked about you, but he never listened to them, always finding excuses to keep his feelings for you hidden.

"You thinking so?"

"Yeah, I mean why not? You said you already know he likes you so there's nothing to lose."

"You're right. Thanks, James" you said with an innocent smile.

"Don't mention it" he muttered, returning his attention to the class. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt at thinking that he had practically thrown the girl of his dreams into the arms of another boy, but despite the sadness he knew he had done the right thing. It wasn't his place to get in the way of your life and happiness.

"Hey, James" he heard your voice once again. He loved the way you said his name so even though he felt like crying he turned to see you anyway, charmed by your beautiful voice. "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime."

Your words left him completely shocked. Were you asking him out? No, it couldn't be true. You had just confessed to him that you were in love with someone else. Someone he knew very well and who also had feelings for you…

Suddenly the conversation he had had with his friends in the Gryffindor common room resurfaced in his head, the dialogue replaying in his mind over and over again. He had admitted out loud that he was in love with you that time. Could that be the conversation you were referring to?

James didn't have time to keep on wondering, because a sharp kick from Remus–who was sitting behind him and apparently listening to the conversation–brought him back to reality.

"Uumm yeah, yeah I'd like that" he finally mumbled, fighting the blush on his cheeks.

"Great!" you exclaimed with a smile. "And just so you know, I never flirted with you because I was scared it would be too obvious that I liked you."

"Y-you like me?" he said as if he still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, James I like you. A lot, actually" you replied with a chuckle. "And I kinda accidentally heard you say that you like me too, so I thought it was time to do something about it// we did something about it."

"Well, normally I'd say it's wrong to listen to other people's conversations, but this time I'm glad you did," he said with a smile that quickened your pulse.

"Oops, my bad" you faked innocence. "In my defense, you guys were being loud."

You burst out laughing, earning curious looks from the students around you and a scolding from the teacher, but you didn't care. At that moment only the two of you existed. You had both individually fantasized so much about the day when you would finally dare to express how you felt about each other that now that it had happened it seemed to be part of a dream. It was hard to keep your composure in class when all you wanted to do was scream and jump for joy at finally discovering that your feelings were reciprocated.

"We could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend" proposed James, remembering the excursion he had marked on the calendar for weeks.

"I'd like that."

"Any place in particular you would like to go to?"

"Not really," you muttered with a shrug. "Being there with you is more than enough."

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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ʚ Author's notes: I did it. I moved past the Elrond is just a cupcake vibe. Hope you all enjoy this. The photo was taken during vesak 2015 and belongs to me.

ʚ Pairing : Elrond x Fem. reader (Elf)

ʚ Warnings : NSFW content | Explicit content of a sexual nature | First time | Penetrative sex

The lanterns were already up, to be lit up after dark.

So many colours and shapes, from the simple to the intricate, with some even requiring special frames to keep them in place.

"Beautiful," said your new husband as he walked up to you.

"They are my lord," you said and blushed. "I have never seen anything like it."

"Elrond," he said as he joined you. "Please, call me Elrond."

You manage something that may have been a nod. Or a head shake. Or some gesture that was an odd mixture of the two, for being around him left you tongue-tied. Whatever it was, it made him chuckle. "How do you find Rivendell?"

You look back, to the buildings overlooking the Bruinen. Everything about it spoke of peace, of rest and healing. "I love it, especially your kin. Everyone has been so good to me."

He beamed. "I am glad. For a while there I was worried that our ways would bore you."

You, despite your elven heritage, spent most of your life amongst mortals in the Riddermark. Riding with the shield maidens of Rohan, following their ways. Your parents often wondered if you would end up marrying a mortal warrior until you shocked everyone by saying yes to Elrond's proposal.

"I like the change," you said as you continued along the path to the river. "I just hope I would not have to give up everything from my old life altogether?"

Elrond stopped and studied you. "I will not ask you to give up all that you love for my sake... And I am sure we can do many of the things you like."

"Like riding?" You face him and walk backwards. "And hunting?"

"Yes to both," he said indulgently. "And playing those strange board games..."

"Where you pretend you know nothing about, so I can win?"

He laughed merrily. "You have found me out. I guess I am not as subtle as I thought."

"Indeed not," you turn with a smirk, only to trip over a stone. Elrond catches you before you fall, holding you close so he could steady you. "Are you alright, y/n?"

You grow tongue-tied again, as this was the closest you had ever been with him. Elrond was yet to come to your bed, and it left you confused. "Why?" You manage to say.

"What do you mean, y/n?"

"Why do you not come to bed? My bed?" You huff. "We have been wed a week and yet I sleep alone. Is there something wrong? Is there something about me that has displeased you?"

Elrond shook his head before taking your hand into his. "We had so little time before we wed, and I thought... Well, I hoped that is, to court you first, and get to know you better. I assure you, there is nothing about you that displeases me."

Fingers lacing through yours made your heart flutter, and his words set you at ease.

Your words, however, reminded Elrond of the world you grew up in. Elves moved slower, while everything was faster and more passionate with mortals. You grew up amongst them, so of course, you would think as they do.

It also made Elrond aware of the demands of his own body, but he fought it back. He was a being that lived through many a millennium and he would comport himself as such.

The two of you walk along till you come across a little cottage. The rune on the doorpost suggested it was Elrond's. "Yours?"

He produced a key and opened it. "I come here from time to time, for quiet reflection. There are books if you would like to read, a bed to rest in..."

A bed to rest in. The words hung in the air like a heavy cloud. You shake your head and put it out of your mind. "You said there were books?"

Elrond quickly walked ahead, to show you the little library. Anything to give him time to clear his head and still his racing heart. What was happening to him?

He took his time, searching through titles, till his eyes rested on one that he thought might interest you. "Here. Perhaps this might suit?"

You go over the title. "The songs of the Valar. Could you read it to me?"

That was something Elrond was happy to do. He led you to a chaise and sat next to you, opening the thick book to the first page. His rich voice filled the room as he started reading and you were content to simply snuggle up to him and listen. Elrond enjoyed your company, obliging your questions, listening to your little anecdotes, holding you nearer. He would look at you whenever you took over the reading, gently running his fingers through your hair, wondering what it would be like to see your locks spread over the pillows, what it would feel like to have you beneath him. His resolve was slowly giving away, and he was not all that unhappy about it.

Hours had passed and daylight had given way to night when he stopped. "It is late," Elrond closed the book and put it away. "Shall we go back?"

You feel lazy and the cosiness of the cabin appealed to you. "Can we stay here instead, and put up some lanterns if there are any?"

Elrond remembered Lindir leaving some in case he wanted to stay in the cottage. He got started on lighting them and hanging them on to little hooks around the parlour. Soon, soft shades of red and orange and yellow flickered all over the room. "It is lovely," you murmur as you look around.

Elrond joined you. "Indeed. Although, they are nowhere as lovely as the person next to me."

You feel your cheeks flush as a curved finger lifted your chin. "Elrond..."

He says nothing, choosing to simply look at you instead, how lovely you looked in the light. "I felt like I had strayed into a dream, that day I first saw you."

You lift your eyes to his. "I thought no one could look more lovely," he continued, this time reaching back and removing the ribbon holding your braid together. "Or be as fierce as you. That moment I first saw you I knew I had to make you mine."

"And as for my not sharing our bed," he loosened your hair, letting it flow through his fingers as the last of his control slipped away. "That is something I intend on correcting. Tonight"

Your breath gets knocked right out of your lungs when he leaned in and kissed you. Large calloused hands cupped your cheeks as the kiss came swift and deep, giving you no time to think. All you could do was feel.

And he made you feel so much; from the strength in his arms to the tenderness in his touch. Elrond was as gentle as you thought he would be, never taking more than what you gave him. Shivers went up your spine when those large hands buried themselves in your hair, when his tongue ran across your lower lip, gaining entry when your mouth parted for him.

Elrond thought himself a fool for having waited needlessly. He savoured the subtle flavours of your lips, your tongue, moaning ever so softly when you nipped his lip. He tried to carry you, but you stop him. "Here," you said. "Under the lamps."

He rests his temple on yours. "But the bed is soft."

"And so am I." You blush at how bold you were, and you worry you may have offended him. Elrond was not offended in the least. His smirk soon matched yours when he pushed you back onto the carpet after placing a soft cushion in place of a pillow. Red and orange and yellow light washed over everything until you close your eyes when Elrond placed his lips on yours.

Steady hands made quick work on the ties of your dress, and the shift beneath. Trembling as he lifted the garments over your head, you stay as you were, your eyes on your husband as he undressed. So strong and lean, just like how you pictured him to be. You reach out and run a palm over his chest, your hand gliding over muscles trembling beneath your touch. Elrond kept still, his breath growing ragged with each passing second. When your hand went lower, to between his thighs, he threw his head back and let out a string of curses when a slender hand wrapped around his cock. You take your time teasing him, your grip tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing. A hand resting on top of yours guides you as if Elrond was showing you how he liked to be touched.

"Elrond," you whisper. He brings his attention back to you, his eyes never leaving yours. When your free hand cupped his cheek he brought it closer to his lips, kissing your palm, biting down on the soft flesh, sucking down on your thumb while your gaze never left his. The heat that rose within your belly was more than you could stand and it showed in your eyes. That was all Elrond needed to see. "Come here," he growled.

You are pulled onto his lap as kisses come hard and fast. The both of you cling onto each other as Elrond kissed you in a way like he had never done before, and no one in the world you believed, could have kissed you like that, with such fire and need. You feel like you were being swept with the tide, not knowing or caring where the current took you. All that mattered was that you were with him.

A finger gently pushing inside you made you gasp, but it was not enough, and you say so. "More?" Elrond breathed as he inserted a second finger and a third. Groaning as your walls clenched around him, Elrond went as deep as he could, lowering his lips to your breasts. Lips wrapping around an already taut nipple made you arch your back and push down on him, causing him to lose all control of himself. Giving in to the lust building inside him, Elrond pushed you back onto the carpet, propping himself on his hands when your legs slid open for him. "This will hurt," he said as he positioned himself to enter you. "But I promise to be gentle."

You grab onto his arms and rest your legs on his hips as he pushed in, slowly, gently, whispering tender words and leaving soft kisses to distract you from the pain. Despite the pain you enjoy it. You enjoy how his cock feels inside you, how it stretched you as he went in a little further, a little deeper. You loosen your grip as the pain slowly gave away to discomfort and then something else. Elrond let out a deep, strangled moan as he filled you completely. You felt so slick and warm that he wanted to just stay as he was, kissing you, giving you time to get used to him being inside you, and then he moved without realising it. The jolt that washed over you left you hungry for more. "Please," you plead. "Please move. Please make me yours."

Lips ravaged yours as hips pushed in and pulled out, going faster and deeper with each thrust. "Cry out for me," Elrond moaned into your ear when he caught you biting your lip, to stifle your tongue. "I want to hear you cry out for me."

It felt like a dam had burst and you let go of all restraint. It felt like the walls were echoing the sounds you made, but neither of you cared if anyone heard. Elrond did not stop. He was getting close to the edge and he knew it. From the way your fingers were digging into his arms, his shoulders, he was certain you were close too. "Yes?"

You answer by resting your hands on his back, pushing him in even deeper. Elrond did not stop. Not until you cried out his name, your body pulling him in, causing him to spill himself inside you with a deep grunt.

A thin sheen of sweat covered your body, and his. Elrond lowered himself onto you, his body heaving like yours, his lips leaving little kisses on yours as your fingers played with his hair.

Soft light from the lanterns greeted you both as your eyes opened. "We must come here more often."

Elrond let out a breathy chuckle. "Indeed meleth. Can I call you that? Can I call you meleth?"

Fingers stroked your cheek and eyes the colour of silver gazed longingly into yours. You did not hesitate, as it was something you always wanted to hear him say.

"Of course, you may," you whisper when he rolled to a side and took you with him, his arms still around you. "Meleth."

Elrond kissed your brow and pulled his cloak over you both. Sleep overcame you, but you were happy to give in to rest as he held you in your arms. Elrond stayed up a little longer, watching the lanterns, then you. What a magical night it turned out to be.

#elrond #elrond x reader #Lord of the rings #LOTR #elrond imagine #a world of whimsy writes #creative writing #writing #writeblr #fanfiction #elrond smut

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pastafossa · 11 months

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Do you see Jane as yourself or a separate person because when I read x reader fics I feel like I always make up characters that I think would fit more but idk

Me personally, I see Jane as a different person, just one with a few attributes I share! And that's kind of on purpose. I've essentially tried to make her a mixture of all of us, of the fandom, of the love we—me included—have for Matt and that world. That's why she's never physically described, why her original family is kind of murky and lost. She's both herself—her own character with a shaped personality and flaws and strengths—but also all of the readers, including me, and she looks like what each of us wants or needs to see, comes from where we need her to come from. Which is how I think of a lot of great Reader characters when I'm reading, or characters I style after me in RPGs! They're me but they're me in another world with another life story, which makes them different in their own way, in the way any alternate universe version of yourself might be different.

Because of Plot Reasons (TM), you can never really make a reader fully everyone, it's true. There are always choices the plot requires a Reader to make, which is one reason I've set Jane up with the backstory she has, and why we're exploring questions of identity through her that I want readers to consider - wouldn't we be the same as her, make a lot of the same decisions, feel the same loneliness and wariness and trauma, if we'd all gone through what she has? And if you spend all your time being someone else, how long until you start changing? How much of you is created and how much of you is born? How much of you would change if you went through what she did? And what if you did go through what she did? This could be you, what if? In that way, she's potentially (since some see her as entirely separate, which is fine!) a sort of a variant of us, an AU, a what-if, in which our lives and selves were morphed by circumstances beyond our control. This is how I see the CYOA books I read as a kid, and there was a great article I read a few months ago that sums up the You in CYOA, Reader fics, RPGs, and TRT pretty well (it's the highlighted bits I found most accurate, the part about not having 'relatability' I think was a misunderstanding of what You POV/Reader/the best CYOA books were about if done right since it CAN be relatable, though the rest of it after that still feels accurate).

So I don't think your stance is unusual at all! I've got a whole range of readers—some who see Jane (and other reader characters) as fully them, some who see her as wholly separate, and some who land somewhere in the middle. All of those for x Reader are valid, and I work REALLY hard to keep her as relatable as possible for that reason, so that even if someone does see her as someone else, you can still understand and appreciate her choices when the plot forces her hand. But that's the thing: where you stand on whether a Reader character is you or someone else or even a pre-established canon character is fluid. Everyone sees them differently, pulls on that costume, slides into that skin in their own way. And I think that's really awesome tbh, since it means we get a million different flavors of a character who's still essentially the same.

#reader fic #reader #discussion of reader fic #the red thread #me personally i see jane as separate BUT #a lot of that is because i'm the author #i *have* to keep her separate for something like TRT so that i can have her grow and do the things she needs to #while still being someone that people can see themselves in #(although there's absolutely a place for indulgent reader fics that are just you let's be clear)#but for me when my friend challenged me to try writing 2nd pov/reader fic i never really had an issue getting it #because i grew up on RPGs and CYOA books and You You Yous all over #I was inherently familiar with the idea. I just didn't know you could do fanfic with it!#but yes long story short I see Jane as another person and kind of an amalgamation of the love for Matt we all have #she is US 100%#but because of circumstance she's also another person that was shaped by the shitty things that happened in her life #and now she's being reshaped again not by trauma but by the love of Matt and their friends and Ciro and the Kitchen #sometimes when I'm reading other reader fic I see me and that's always neat though!

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Promo Copy

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Cute

I walked as quickly as one could walk in a public place and not be accused of stealing things doing my best to rush through the almost empty pedestrianised street. Many of the lights are just turning on, a few of them still surrounded by darkness. The shops all shut up with only the lights in their windows to advertise some with the changing screens of various advertisements. I made sure to be fast often checking my watch until I saw the sweet navy blue wooden frame on the window and door with the cute little silver swirls on the window glass. The orange light is still on within. I rushed over and pushed open the heavy old door inhaling the sweet scent of books. The little shop is surrounded by tall brown bookshelves filled to the brim with colourful titles, a couple of tables in the centre with some discounted books and a counter to the side with some paperwork across it. The bell rolled as the door opened so I happily took a moment to enjoy the peace. I wandered inside running my fingers across the various titles checking for anything I didn't already have on my shelf.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up," his voice spoke up.

I glanced over seeing Newt standing having emerged from the backroom, his right hand on the counter beside the till, his hip playfully knocked to the left, in his dirty blue knock-off high tops with strawberry print laces, light blue jeans with old faded belt, a grey t-shirt with long sleeves and a plaid button down of various blues with both shirts sleeves rolled to his elbows, the slight silver glint of the chain below his shirt and course the huge square black glasses on his nose that always gave him a strange bug-eyed look as both lenses slightly widened his eyes one slightly more so then the other not noticeable if you glanced at him but I'd seen him enough I had noticed it a lot. His hair was the lightest brown before it couldn't be called brown any longer with a middle part, well shaped getting slightly too long passing his earlobes. "Evening," he smiled picking up his favoured green astroplains mug and having a tentative sip. "You're very co-ordinated today," I glared a little heading over and perching myself on the countertop.

"Well I figured I'd be seeing you," he shrugs, "It's not here yet Mel," "What! Why not?" "It didn't come in the delivery today," "Did you ask?" "I did, he said there's a delay something about a misprint or something -" "I'll take a misprint," "I know you would but they won't deliver them till they are perfect you know they won't," "Owww," I whined collapsing onto the counter and trying to hold back tears. "There there now. There there," he says, slowly running a hand across my hair, "You know you don't have to keep coming every day right? I'll text you when it's here and I promised didn't I? I won't sell a single copy until you get yours first out of the box." "I know, I just like to come to check just in case," I said, sitting up and narrowing my eyes, "Are you accusing me of hiding it?" He asks, putting a hand on his chest, "…maybe," "Ohh that hurts you know," "Wouldn't be the first time you've hidden something I wanted," "I had every reason to. You were going to give up on astroplains just because the new Sanderisle came out and I couldn't allow that," "You still hid it from me for a week," "Did you get to read the amazing twist?" "Yes," I sighed, "Was it everything I said it was?" "Yes," "Ohh look at that, that's my case being closed," "You are such a nerd," "Yeah, but so are you," "Well if you don't have anything for me I may as well get home, got a pile of laundry waiting for me," "Sounds like very important work, for a princess," "Don't, it's not funny," I snapped back, "Sorry, have a nice night," "You too, goodnight," "Goodnight Y/n,"

I sadly shambled home, having myself a bowl of soup and a hot bath, I picked out a black bath bomb making my water turn utterly like a dark void. I scrubbed myself and enjoyed the water until it went cold. I then climbed out wrapping my towel around myself tightly, I dried off put my hair in a plait put on my nightie climbed into bed and left on my little salt lamp to light the room with a sweet orange glow. I laid in bed for what felt like hours just on my phone listening to fan theories, reading fan concepts, and any information I could find within the many depths of the internet around the tower-bound series and of course the upcoming book while also intermittently texting with Newt.

"Ughh I need to sleep" I sighed putting my phone down and doing my best to get some goddamn sleep. I hurried through the darkening city streets, a few people still hanging around as the bars and clubs were popular on a Friday night, so I hurried through and almost jumped through the door. "Is it here?" I asked, seeing Newt sitting at the counter, with his tea in hand. Today in red high tops, his black skinny jeans, white shirt and rosey brown jumper "Humm?" "Don't be dumb," "I don't know what you're talking about," he says returning his focus to some paperwork on his desk. "Newt! Please," I whined, "Just tell me if it's here today," I begged sitting on the counter. "Patience is the most useful thing we have as humans Y/n," he said. "I don't want to be patient, I wanna read my book," I whined. "I want a million pounds, I want a Jaguar E type, I want a twelve-inch erection. It doesn't mean any of those are likely to happen any time soon," "Why not? I thought this place was profitable?" "It is, not millionaire with an E type profitable," He explained, "and most of it comes from you anyway, and all the retired people in this area who don't know how to use the internet. If any of their grandkids tell them about ordering books online my business is gonna take a nose dive," "Newt, there will always be people who want to hold a book in their hand, wonder the book store isle and smell that sweet papery scent", "Yes, crazy people like you." he chuckled, "With book obsessions." "I'm not obsessed!" "Aren't you?" He smirked, as he got something from under his desk pulling up a book between his middle finger and thumb and giving it an inviting shake, and it was then I truly noticed it was the new tower-bound book.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I Yelped snatching it from him, "Promo copies arrived today," he smiled, "Eeeeeeeeeee! Thank you so much!" I smiled hugging him and the book so tightly, "You're welcome Y/n" He chuckled, I happily and excitedly held the book flicking through the first few pages "Hey! Nope this isn't a library you know the rules," "But I need to know," "You can wait till you get home," "Fine," I sighed, "Apparently Princess Astrid is going to choose her suitor!" "Haven't they said that about the last three books?" "It's been confirmed," "If you say so," "I'm mildly afraid," "Why?" "what if it's disappointing?" "You've waited a year for his book," "Exactly, what if it's really disappointing? what something stupid ruins it all? What if! she picks Zane!" "What's wrong with that? It's an ending isn't it?" "But Prince Zane of Warlow. He's a dick. he's a gothy, angsty little shit. He's weird and creepy and he's not kind to Princess Astrid. Prince Ulfred is a sweetheart he cares for the skyflies, he's a sweet, handsome, honourable prince." I explained, "and Sandtala would have a way better union with Vegar than with Warlow." "Okay, Okay. I get it you're deep on team Ulfred," He rolls his eyes "She's never going to write a concrete answer, why would she it sells too many books plus no matter which Princesse Adtrid picks half the fans will be angry so why would she ever write either answer," "she has to finish the book sometime," "she does but she's going to milk this you know it." he explained, "Besides, I don't think Princess Astrid should pick either," "Ohh who would you have her pick?" "What does it matter?" "Tell me," "Lavos," "Lavos Illken!" I complained, "The damn kitchen boy?" "He's not a kitchen boy," "Ohh right yeah Queen Celestia made him a knight in the last book," I said sarcastically, "But it doesn't actually mean anything he wasn't actually knighted or anything, she only did it because she knows just how much Lavos spends time with Astrid and it makes sense to give her best friend a sword you know in case shit happens. He's a ceremonial knight, not even that he's been given a cheap sword and a blanket cape so he can play with the princess," "Ohh he wants to play with the princess," "What's that support to mean?" "Have you read the same book I have? Have you read the long stares he gives her, the way he blushes for her compliments, if any character worships the very ground princess Astrid walks on it's Lavos. He Worships her, he adores her, it's obvious." "Their friends," I rolled my eyes, "Best friends, but he loves her." he smiled, leaning his elbow on the counter and his chin on his hand, "It's obvious," "If you say so, but she can't marry a commoner anyway so it's irrelevant. Now if you're done with your crazy theories I have a book to read," "Alright, Tell me how you like it," "I will, but no spoilers," "I know, Have a nice night Y/n," "Goodnight Newt," I smiled taking the book and scampering home as fast as possible.

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster imagine #tmr newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt fanfic #tmr newt #tmr newt smut #tmr au

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kittenwalker · 1 year

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Could you maybe do mutual masterbation between f!reader and Evan Peters 👀??? Anyways I love your acc ❤️❤️❤️

notes : this ones for you girly, i haven't written so much spice in so long so this really is a treat for yall. enjoyyy ;)

January 20th the special day for Y/n’s special boy

Evan’s big birthday, turning 25. Just a year closer to death, therefore birthdays are overrated. Though in all honesty, Evan deserves to have a celebration no matter how old he was. He always worked so hard, even on his special day today, he went to work as he had a big scene for today’s shoot. Knowing his schedule by now, once he goes to work he won’t be back until 10 pm only if Y/n was lucky. If not she’d have to wait until 11 pm or later, but now she could use this time to prepare the gifts and surprises.

Y/n didn’t even need to shop, his present was going to be her. Kidding, yes she does want to surprise him with a sexy lingerie moment but she also needed to buy him a real gift. One thing that was super obvious when she started dating him was that he had a passion for music. Everywhere he went, music would always accompany him, even when he’s stressed out. He’d just jam his ears with lyrics and close his eyes, letting the melody devour him and take him to a beautiful world. So being the great girlfriend Y/n was, she wanted to expand his musical interest.

Y/n was taking a walk around some small thrift and antique shops, just window shopping. Until something caught her eyes, displayed through the glass window was a vintage gramophone. It was even on sale, fate it was to be bought by Y/n. The horn was a rusty golden shade and shaped like a flower, the box that was attached to it was made out of wood. It was perfect, so Y/n walked in and picked up the grand baby and went to the cashier. The nice lady also gave free discs of different music to choose from and change on the turntable. A little dusty but a little cleaning would do, Evan’s present was now secured.

6.46 pm, Y/n still had a lot of time in her hands. But it was getting dark, so she chose to go home and have a nice bath before he arrived back home. Though it was crucial, as she wanted to have some ‘ fun ‘ with him. Evan and Y/n was never really initiating sexual activities anymore as they both has been busy with work to even have time for themselves. So since it was his birthday and it was saturday tomorrow which meant they both weren’t busy, they could stay up a little later to get a little freaky right?

She wanted to freshen up so she could feel more clean and confident about herself. Them not doing anything sexual made her feel like this was their first time doing it all over. Nervous but of course excited, and wanting to look her best for him. Y/n switched on the tab to the bathtub and let the water run as she poured in some bubbly soup, making the bath smell like fresh flowers. She kept the water running until it was halfway full before dipping her toes in first, testing the temperature of the water. Y/n then sank her whole body down and moaned in pleasure, feeling the bubbles and warm water swallow her into delightfulness. A bath board in front of her, holding a glass of red wine, a book, and her phone. Wanting some entertainment, she sat up and dried her hands before reaching for her book and wine glass. Y/n opened her book, diving straight in from where she left off.

Buzz buzz

Y/n’s phone rang, startlinging her. God it was a message from Evan saying he was coming back in 30 minutes. She wasn’t even out of the bath yet, she got too carried away from reading. One of the reasons why she loves reading, it can bring her to another world and make time disappear but now isn’t the best moment to get carried away. Y/n quickly slipped into a robe and prepared the cake and balloons. The cake was just a simple slice of chocolate cake with one red candle on it, the balloons were gold letters with the words, ‘ Happy birthday my love ‘. Y/n placed it in a way when Evan walked in he would see the words behind her. After that she wore a plain red party dress with some simple makeup. It didn’t matter how good she looked because the real party was underneath her dress and her makeup was going to get smudged anyways so no point making it too good.

She wore a black lace bralette with matching panties, they looked amazing on her, the bra hugging her breasts and her underwear showing off her plump cheeks. Y/n knows he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, but her little surprise has everything but getting to touch her.

5 more minutes, she lit some candles and turned off the lights, giving the mysterious atmosphere in the living room. She then heard keys jamming into the keyhole before the door opened and…

I got off the set tonight and was exhausted. Today we did a lot of action for this episode and was in pure bliss when I found out that I got to leave the set earlier. I felt really guilty though as I had to leave Y/n alone again when I promised her that I wouldn’t work today. But it’s alright, I'm going to be home soon now.

Reaching for my keys in my back pocket, I jammed the keys in and unlocked the door to our shared house. “ Happy birthday old grandpa! “ I was greeted with as I opened the door. In front of me was Y/n, holding a slice of cake and flowers, behind her were balloons. It was nothing big of a party but that’s what I wanted, just her, my love. Seeing her already lifted up my mood, god I’m too lucky to have her.

I tilted her chin up towards me and kissed her deeply before pulling away and thanking her. She placed the cake down and wandered behind the counter, pulling out a large object. “ Open it “ Y/n clasped her hands together and smiled. I tore open the wrapping paper and was greeted to the sight of a gramophone. My mouth turned into an O shape and carried up the gift, hugging it like my baby. “ I’ve always wanted one! “ I screamed.

God he looked so cute when got anything related to music. Squirming over it like a little kid visiting the ‘ real ‘ santa. Evan eagerly tried putting a disc into the turntable, difficult but he made it work. Classical music started playing as the two of them continued talking and Evan thought the surprises were over, but oh was it only just starting.

Y/n excused herself to go to the toilet so she could strip out from her dress, leaving her in her seductive undergarments. She looked into her mirror and touched up her hair, making sure she looked alluring. She was so adrenalized, her heart pumping extremely fast as she pushed open the door, walking out as if everything was normal. Evan’s eyes raised up when he heard the door click open, he saw what Y/n was dressed in and froze his movements. The bite of cake on his fork froze in the air as his eyes trailed further down. “ Does the cake taste good? I haven’t tried it. “ She asked, acting as normal as can. Evan chuckled saying “ Y/n don’t try to chang- “ She interrupted him by grabbing his jaw and smashing his lips against hers, self-inviting her tongue as she licked the flavour of the chocolate frosting in his mouth. “ Mhm it does taste good, I picked the right one. “ Once she pulled away, Evan was shocked at where this confidence was coming from. Who knew what this night would end like.

“ Come on, follow me and close your eyes, I have another surprise. “ Y/n pulled Evan’s hand into their master bedroom. Inside she prepared some lube and a special something under her pillow. Y/n closed the door and let go of his hand to light up some candle so the room would feel more romantic. She slipped into bed and spread her legs wide for a good view, telling Evan he could open his eyes. As he opened his lids, his expression dropped into a mixture of shock and turned on. He definitely didn’t expect what was coming next if he got surprised by this.

Thinking the lube was for him, Evan picked it up before Y/n took it away. “ Oh no we aren’t doing any sex yet, this is for me. I’m going to put on a show for you ". Not breaking eye-contact, she slid her fingers down in the river of her breasts and further, further down. Until she reached her cunt, rubbing two fingers on her clothed pussy in circles. Making her bite her red lips while looking intently into Evan’s eyes. Oh did he’s shock wash away into hunger, his eyes darkened and followed where Y/n’s fingers were going. Y/n could tell that he was getting impatient as his jaw locks and vein pops out. But that’s just what she wanted, to tease the shit out of him. As on cue, his veiny hands pushed her black-fingered hand away, replacing it with his as he slid her panties to the side and swiped her slit. A moan of approval slipping out of her mouth, as good as it felt, the rule was not to touch her.

“ Uh ah, you can’t touch me yet buddy boy. Hands to yourself, I’m giving you a show and it's quite rude for you to interrupt it big boy. Go to the corner of the bed and watch only. “ Y/n ordered, which Evan surprisingly listened to. Going back to where she left off as she massaged her cunt, playing around with her wetness, spreading it all over before pushing in a finger. A whimper coming through her teeth picking up the pace of her finger. Y/n did this so she could prepare herself for the real deal behind her pillow.

After prepping and getting comfortable with the feeling of being touched since it’s been a while. Y/n fluttered her eyes to Evan who changed his position to the corner of the room, staring into her soul as she fingered herself. When she stopped and pulled out her wet index, a flash of disappointment appeared in his eyes as he loved seeing her pleasure herself. Until she pulled out something from her sleeve, the most massive juicy veiny thick cum dripping big fat dildo. ( pls this is a joke i just found it funny when dicks are so descriptive 🤭 ) Staring back into Evan’s eyes as she licked the tip of the dick, her eyes travelling down to his own hard-on. “ Like what you see Ev? " Y/n teasingly asked as she engulfed the silicon mould deeper into her mouth. “ Two can play this game. " Evan challenged before he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free, dripping with pre-cum. God Y/n had to resist the urge to just jump straight to him, kneeling as she licked the pulse of his red tip. But she just continued sucking on the one she had, imagining that it was his. Evan on the other hand wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly moved it while imagining it was his dick she was getting deep throated by.

After Y/n sucked the living hell out of the dildo so it was all coated in her saliva , ready to enter her. She changed her position and put the dick underneath her as she sunk down, making her pussy stretch further the deeper it went. God did she miss the feeling of this type of pleasure. Evan continued pumping his cock quicker as he saw her start bucking her hips. ‘ God was she the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. ' he thought as he closed his eyes, moving faster. Watching Y/n pleasuring herself was already tipping him over the edge, but when he heard her moan his name he just wanted to wrap his hand around her neck and fuck the oblivion out of her. “ Whose dick are you imagining bouncing on huh? Feels good? “ Evan grunted out his words, waiting for Y/n to say his name.

Oh but did she only want to tease him further, make him jealous. “ Finn, your co-star. God it feels so good thinking about him, if only I had the real deal. “ she bit her lip, knowing she ticked something off. Y/n continued bouncing up and down with her fingers rubbing circles on her clit, both her breasts jiggling while her movements continued. “ Shit I’m about to cum “ she breathed out while trying to reach her high. But before she knew it, her pleasure was taken away and pressure pushed her down with a hand around neck.

Surprised shocked her as she opened her eyes to see Evan hovering over her, anger engraved in his face. Unexpectedly, he banged his whole hard cock into her, making Y/n’s eyes roll back as a string of curses was shouted out. ‘ Shit was this bigger and better ‘ it filled her up in all the right places. It was so big Y/n needed time to adjust to the new stretching feeling, but Evan gave her no time before pounding into her. The room filled with moans and grunts as Evan slammed deeper into her, his balls hitting her cunt. “ Mhm, still thinking about him? Bet he can’t make you feel as good as I do. “ Evan whispered into her ear while his grip tightened on her neck. Making her choke in pleasure, she was a sweaty and moaning mess and couldn’t break a second to answer him. “ Answer me Y/n “ he then roughly grabbed her face, “ n-no, you do it b-better “ Y/n choked on her whimpers.

After hearing her words, Evan flipped her in one swift move, putting her into a doggy position. Now expecting for him to plunge into her, she instead felt cold fingers hover over her pussy. “ Do you want me to show you magic with my fingers? ". Y/n nodded eagerly, making Evan chuckle at how she’s wrapped around his finger now. “ Beg for it, I need to hear your voice. " he ordered, “ Please Evan, I want to cum all over your fingers as they work their magic inside of me. I need your fingers in me now please love. “ Y/n begged as she was close to crying, showing how desperate she was. He laughed at her desperation and fulfilled her wish, he plunged in two of his long fingers. Y/n purred and closed her eyes as a grin formed onto his lips, euphoria running through her veins. ‘ Fuck this is another type of pleasure, sure his cock was great but this makes me scream. ’ His fingers just slipped in and out of her wetness, making squelching sounds.

Evan slapped her ass until it was red with his handprints, not stopping his fingers from continuously diving into Y/n’s cunt. Her body started to tense up while her mind got cloudy as all her desires and energy went straight in between her legs. Y/n’s panting got heavy as she felt her high reaching. Evan pulled on her hair and made her turn to the right where a full-length mirror stood. “ I want you to watch yourself while you cum, I need you to see the way I see you. How beautiful you are, but not as pretty as watching you release your desires. “ He just made Y/n more turned on and made the situation even more heated. In the matter of minutes, the rush of pleasure came down onto her thighs, making her sigh in happiness. ‘ Fuck, the best time I’ve had in a while. ‘ she thought while smiling to herself.

“ I can't get enough of you, Y/n. Your just so addicting that I’m going to fuck you on every furniture in this room, trust me. “ Evan smirked while watching her limp body twitching after her high.

“ Yea right “ Y/n out of breath as she challenged him

“ Don’t believe me huh? Let’s do it now as it seems like you aren’t tired. “ Evan lifted her body and slammed her onto a study table by the window.

“ Now let’s make a show for people to watch as I unravel you, my love. “

Well good luck to her legs because they are not going to be working for the next few days.

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Would it be too much for you to write when Reader finally says she’s done with nursing and that the boys can have constant access to the girls? I can just imagine their faces lighting up when she says it with a massive grin. And the babies down too

You don't tell them right away, mostly because your son is still randomly nursing, more out of comfort than anything else, and because you want to cherish the feeling of having your body to yourself.

You love your boys and find amusing how single-handedly focused they can be, but the whole process of learning how to be a mother had been gruesome, filled with this feeling of not being enough, which was propelled by seeing and reading about all this accomplished mothers, capable of doing everything, while you felt like struggling at the simplest task. Nursing? You were blessed with an overflow of milk, but the whole act held nothing for you, as it seem to do for other moms; you derived no pleasure from it and found other activities with your son to be more bonding than having him at your breast. For months you kept feeling inadequate, even with the help of your lovers, until your therapist suggested you stopped reading about other mums' experiences. In your therapist words "Many pretend, because they are afraid of nasty judgement. You should live this experience as yourself, not as other people did". You did better after following their advice, slowly resurfacing from the bleak well of inadequacy you have fallen into even since giving birth. Now that your body is finally yours again, you are using this time to absorb the changes it has gone through, how your shape has changed and realize you like what you are seeing: it's different but still yourself and you want to get used to it, live into it, before sharing it with the two men you love.

When you enter the bedroom, both your boys are already tucked in, Aemond with his hair braided loosely and the laptop open on his thighs, Osferth with a book in his hands. Ever since the day you came home from the hospital, you were adamant you were changing clothes in the bathroom, ashamed as you were of your new body and deaf to your boys' protests. For the longest time you dodged their innocent touches, the shroud of insecurity making you feel undeserving of their care; you started opening back up to their love not too long ago, seeking their hugs and caresses, realizing how much you have missed being dogpiled with them on the couch, your son on the big pillow on the floor, safe with one of the dogs guarding him.

You hear, more than seeing, the book falling from Osferth's hands and the click of the laptop closing, lacking the courage to look at your lovers as you undress in front of the bed, your back to them; what if they don't like what they see? When you turn, they both look at you hungry, pupils wide, Osferth already kneeling on the bed and Aemond with his fist clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"I think the girls are back into business" you say, trying to sound casual

"The girls only?" Osferth's voice has never been this deep, a rumble in his chest

"Don't push your luck - you answer, the steel of your pre-pregancy self coming back - I mean, I can carry on keeping them to myself if you are not happy"

"No, no. We are beyond thrilled" Aemond adds, trying not to sound as hungry as he feels

"Yeah, I am happy my girls are back"

"They are not your exclusive"

"Boys behave" you try to sound stern, their giddiness infecting you easily.

You don't remove Osferth's old t-shirt you are wearing, you let them move your body between theirs, their hands gently sliding under the worn cotton to delicately squeeze the two globes. The seriousness permeating the air vanishes the moment you are naked and their lips descend on your skin, ticklish and the sound they are making in between kisses and raspberries are ridiculous, their laughs infectious and God, can they stop tickling you?By the time they are done with you, you are breathless, they help you wear Osferth's t-shirt. They fall asleep with a boob each to hold in their hand.

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The Time Traveler’s Wife | Audrey Niffenegger | Published 2003 | *SPOILERS*

A dazzling novel in the most untraditional fashion, this is the remarkable story of Henry DeTamble, a dashing, adventuresome librarian who travels involuntarily through time, and Clare Abshire, an artist whose life takes a natural sequential course. Henry and Clare’s passionate love affair ensures across a sea of time and captures the two lovers in an impossibly romantic trap, and that it is Audrey Niffenegger’s cinematic storytelling that makes the novel’s unconventional chronilogy so vibrantly triumphant.

An enchanting debut and a spellbinding tale of fate and belief in the bonds of love, this is destined to captivate readers for years to come.

Discussion Questions

1. On the novel’s first page Clare declares, “I wait for Henry.” In what way does this define her character, and how is the theme of waiting developed throughout the book? She is defined by her waiting. She’s always waiting for something. Whether that be Henry, in whatever form he is going to manifest himself to her, waiting for a child, waiting for his death. Everything ultimately is inevitable to her and has been since her first encounter with Henry at the age of 6.

2. Just as Clare is defined by her waiting, so Henry is defined by his unpredictable comings and goings. That - along with his hard drinking and proclivities for stealing and beating people up - might be described as stereotypically masculine behavior, just as waiting might be called stereotypically feminine. What keeps these characters from being stereotypes? In what ways does the author give them depth and nuance? For example, at what points in the book do Henry and Clare reverse roles? I don’t think there is anything that keeps them from these stereotypes. Though I wouldn’t have looked at it this way reading the book, seeing it mentioned in writing makes me think that they are stereotypically a masculine male and a feminine female. Ultimately, Henry has to be masculine in order to protect himself from the world when he is traveling. Clare is feminine in her waiting for him to either show up or to leave, depending on where we are in the book. However, the roles do reverse at least twice that I can remember - both times Clare leaves without a note and Henry returns when she is gone, leaving him wondering where she could be.

3. Niffenegger protrays Henry’s time traveling as the rsult of a genetic disorder, which is explained at some length later on. How plausible is this explanation - not from a scientific point of view, but from a dramatic or literary one? Do you think that Henry’s condition requires an explanation? Honestly, the way his traveling is descrined scientifically makes a ton of sense. And does his condition require an explanation? No, absolutely not. Nobody is owed anything. However, as a reader, we must be owed something otherwise it will make a lot of people angry.

4. How has Henry’s personality been shaped by his bouts of chrono-displacement? How does his time traveling affect Clare? In addition, how is Clare affected by meeting her future husband when she is six and seeing him repeatedly throughout her childhood and adolescence before they become lovers? How does the author manage to make their relationship seem eccentric - and even enchanted - rather than sinister? In the beginning, he is sort of a jerk because he basically comes and goes as he pleases, but without the ability to control it. He treats women like shit, until he meets Clare as a stranger but she has known him her entire life. This changes him. He begins to better himself because of the man that Clare turns him into, not because of what he does for himself.

5. What is the particular signifiance of Henry’s job as a librarian? What connection do you see between his choice of career and his childhood fascination with the Field Museum? He’s interested in the old and the withered. His fascination with the Field Museum is because of the history behind the items within those walls, the same with the library. Him being a librarian makes the most sense.

6. Along with his frequent trips backward and forward in time, the critical event in Henry’s early life is the hideous death of his mother, which he witnesses as a child and revisits compulsively as an adult. How was this event helped shape him and how does it foreshadow other events in the novel? Anyone who witnesses something as extreme as this as a child is bound to be traumatized by it. Initially, I believe this is why he’s such a “bad” person in the beginning, before meeting Clare when he’s 28.

7. How does the author manage her novel’s fantastically intricate time scheme? For example, where in her narrative does she relate the same incident from different perspectives in order to supply missing information? How does she foreshadow such developments as Ingrid Carmichael’s suicide, the birth of Alba DeTamble, and Henry’s death? We get some perspective on Alba’s birth prior to knowing that they finally get pregnant with her. Henry has thoughts about it while visiting a young Clare in the Meadow. Also Henry’s death - we know this will happen, and how it happens, before it truly does happen. The timeline definitely is something to admire, but it does come with its nuances.

8. Among the curiosities of the book is the way chrono-displacement occasionally causes its protagonists to split and double. At the age of nine Henry is taught pickpocketing by his 27-year old self; Henry returns to his 33-year old wife after making love to her on her 18th birthday. After Henry has a vasectomy at the age of 37, Clare becomes pregnant by a 33-year-old surrogate. How do Henry and Clare view their younger and older selves? Why, for one thing, aren’t they ever jealous of them? And what are this novel’s implications about the relationship between time and the self? I think they are jealous of them. Maybe not overtly so, but they do get jealous. When Clare first meets Henry, she doesn’t meet the man she met in the Meadow. He is someone completely different. And they both know it. Henry is essentially battling with himself for her affections.

9. In theory Henry’s time traveling should make him omniscient - at least as far as his own timeline is concerned - but Clare knows things about him that he does not. What accounts for this? What role does the characters’ knowledge - and the gaps in their knowledge - play in the novel? Clare met Henry when he was already older, but Henry has no recollection of this when they first meet as it hadn’t happened for him yet. He tries to help her with certain things, such as giving her bits and pieces of information over time that will help them, like when he gave her the envelope foreshadowing the birth of Dr. Kendrick’s son who is born with Down syndrome.

10. Closely related to the theme of foreknowledge is the idea of free will. Does Henry’s chrono-instability give him a freedom that Clare lacks, or does it make him more powerless? Discuss henry’s observation that there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. Henry is the powerless one. Clare is not. In the end, Henry is subjected to having to leave unwillingly whereas Clare could still come and goes as she pleased. While his absences left her annoyed, she had a life to live and she couldn’t simply stop living her life because of what was happening to Henry.

11. When Henry asks her to describe her artwork, Clare tells him it’s about birds and longing. How do the theme of birds - along with wings and flight - and longing figure elsewhere in this book? Clare spent a long time yearning and longing for Henry before finally meeting him as an adult. They’re a metaphor for her relationship with Henry - him always flying away and her always waiting for him to return.

12. What is the List that Henry makes for Clare and how does it give the book dramatic momentum? Does Niffenegger employ other devices to similar effect? one of the things that makes a story suspenseful is the reader’s sense that events are reaching a climax, that time is running out. How is Niffenegger able to impart this sense to her readers, given Henry’s seemingly inexhaustable supply of time? Anytime you think the book is coming to a close, it doesn’t. This is why the book itself is suspenseful, but we never truly reach a climax until we get to his actual death toward the end of the book. However, knowing things is half the battle.

13. Both Gomez and Celia warn Clare about Henry. Can we simply chalk those warnings down to jealousy, or might the observers be correct? Is Henry more ruthless and amoral than he appears to Clare? How do you interpret Henry’s statement: “I’m not exactly the man she’s known from earliest childhood. I’m a close approximation she is guiding surreptitiously toward a me that exists in her mind’s eye”? Gomez’s concerns is definitely jealousy. Even his own wife realizes that he is in love with Clare. Celia wants to warn her because she saw what it did to the person she was in love with, Henry’s ex-girlfriend. It had nothing to do with Henry itself. But, Henry could be considered amoral prior to his meeting Clare. Again, Clare essentially shapes the man he will become, the one she met in the Meadow as a child is because of who Clare made him to be.

14. How does Henry and Clare’s relationship change following their marriage? How is it affected by their desire for a child? Clare understands the reality of her reality once they’re married. They get into a routine, like other married couples do, but theirs is poisoned by Henry’s comings and goings. Clare, like many women, longs to be a mother, to have a child made from love. However, this is deemed nearly impossible until she gets pregnant with Alba. In the end, I think their constant miscarriages hurt their marriage, especially when Henry tried to stop the chances of getting pregnant again.

15. Would you call the Time Traveler’s Wife a comedy or a tragedy, or such classifications relevant to a work to plays havoc with him and allows one character to appear periodically after his death? I’d say it’s a tragedy, much like Romeo and Juliet. Their relationship was doomed from the beginning. Ultimately, Clare realizes that she never saw Henry older than his early 40s, and we come to learn this is because he dies at 43. Henry thinks it’s because they find a cure for his displacement, but they do not. However, Henry is always out there waiting, and ultimately, like a child when she couldn’t have a normal one because she was left waiting for a man to appear in the Meadow, she couldn’t move on after his death because of his ability to appear even after his death.

16. How does the author use time travel as a methphor: for love, for loss and absence, for fate, for aging, for death? To what extent are Clare and Henry a normal couple? Henry and Clare are a normal couple. They’re just plagued by something strange. It’s like any other disability.

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